Artist: Meek Mill Album: Dreamchasers 2 Mixtape Song: Flexin On Em Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash [Intro] HAH~! Yeah MMG nigga WOOP! WOOP! [Meek Mill] Stuntin on my old hoes, stylin on my haters Presidential is rose gold, say it's time to get paper Glock 10 with that laser, fuck around meet yo' maker Herme' got me pissin, fuck around with them papers so I can't smoke no kush, I can't smoke no kush But I run through them hoes, and I ain't talk 'bout Reggie Bush I say y'all fuck niggaz so fold, hoes ain't never gon' look In the kitchen with that Pyrex and a 9 piece, let me cook Now hold up - I went and bought a Phantom cause I wanted to And now I drive the same one some stunnin do Real nigga (real nigga) hundred proof (hundred proof) I'mma need a hundred M's to make me comfortable [Chorus] Stuntin all on my old hoes, stylin all on my haters Presidential is rose gold, say it's time to get paper Big crib with no neighbors, ball hard but no Lakers Spent a hundred racks on my chain, all them hoes know my name I be flexin, flexin, flexin on these niggaz I be flexin, flexin, flexin on these bitches I be flexin, flexin, flexin on these niggaz I be flexin, flexin, flexin on these bitches [Meek Mill] All I know is just flex, shittin on my ex Bad hoes on my team, dick 'em down like next I rock YSL so fresh, fly as hell no jet Waves on 360, make that pussy get so wet Ah - she say I'm cocky, I say that's not me She call me papi, and I say "ven aqui" Wrist wear on hockey, Porsche box like Ali My sneaks they bally, in my hood I'm probably just rollin 'round in that ghost, watchin out for them folks Heater on my hip, trunk full of that work I say my shooters like Dirk, ten racks and you murk I put that on yo' head nigga, first week and you dead nigga Ah - I bottle pop, I model pop Pull up on them bikes, let the throttle pop Niggaz know I'm nice, and I got a lot Like fuck yo' corner (nigga) I buy the block [Chorus] [Meek Mill] I don't chase no bitches (flexin) I just chase my dreams (flexin) We - ridin 'round so dirty in this whip that's so clean My - old head she dirty but that dick suck so mean And that pussy just so good for that pipe she my fiend On that pint I just lean, perk got me bent If you ain't talkin 'bout money, you ain't got no sense/cents Smell it on my clothes, work got that scent In that kitchen with them birds, 'bout to serve up that's din' Hold up! OZ's and whole keys, straight white and no trees Great white and OZ's and they might just O.D. I stay tight with O.G.'s, they know I'm real nigga Pocket full of them racks and my bank account Meek Mill nigga [Chorus]