Lil Wayne – Flex Up Lyrics

Flex Up

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"Flex Up." - Lil Wayne

Saturday, 24 October 2026, 02:48 pm

Album: Tha Carter VI

Track No: 09

You can ask Lauren, Zepporah, and Kira
I Saint Laurent
I Saint Laurent this and I Margiela that
Bought my hoes some Amiri
I been getting money, it's old and delirious
You can ask Lauren, Zepporah, and Kira 'nem
I've been rich **** before the millennium
Smoking this dope to control the adrenaline
Sharpshooter aimin', I sold out the innocence
Star in a bank, in the court room, a criminal
I just bought bae a new Maserati truck
Gotta slide on the opp, she said, "Not in my truck"
Gon' fire, if it's not, then it's not in my blunt
I been climbing to the top and I'm tryin' not to jump
Anybody seen the roof to the top of my car?
I'ma tell the whole truth, I'ma try not to stunt
Diamonds in the tooth from the back and to the front
Big mama, Lil' Tunechi, dick fatter than her, I'm a platter to her
I told her eat it
I'm lit off the stove, you ain't gotta reheat it
I been getting dough, I just had to redeem it
I just talked to Hov and he told me he seen me
Funny, heard the same thing when I talked to Stevie, damn
And I left 'em, and I do it to flex up
And I left 'em, and I do it to flex up
And I also need to do it to flex up
Took a selfie of me, hold the checks up
I'm like zero degrees from the neck up
If she get on her knees, I'ma bless her
If she get off her knees, it's a setup, yeah, I told her eat it
I'm lit off the stove, you ain't gotta reheat it
I been getting dough, I just had to redeem it
I just talked to Hov and he told me he seen me
Same thing I heard when I talked to Stevie
Saint Laurent this and I Margiela that
I ain't got no limits, credit card, it don't max
Spend it all on my kids, they gon' ball like their dad
When you only know riches, you don't know the rags
And we war over flags if you don't know the half
You get caught in a jam
I might spend a lil' bread, send some **** in red
To come treat your head like bologna and ham
I'm at home with a ma'am, she want only a tan
I see only her ass and she only a fan
I say, "I understand," but I don't understand
Said she hot on the 'Gram, bitch, I'm hot out the pan, I found out she a stan
If you ain't got that bag, then that private don't land
Slimy, do not test me, I'm your final exam
Don't care how much you crammin'
If you think it's sweet, turn your body to yams
Mmm, eat it
Lit off the stove, you ain't gotta reheat it
Give her a pole, she turn into Houdini
Just talked to Hov and he told me he seen me
Funny, same thing I heard when I talked to Stevie, uh
And I left 'em, just do it to flex up
And I also need to do it to flex up
And I left me to do, I ain't F-in' with you
Took a selfie of me, throwin' checks up
I'm like zero degrees from the neck up
If she get on her knees, I'ma bless her
If she get off her knees, it's a setup, I told her eat it
Lit off the stove, you ain't gotta reheat it
Dicked down some hoes, caught feelings, retreated
Just talked to Hov and he told me he seen me
Same thing I heard when I talked to Stevie
And I left 'em, just do it to flex up
And I also need to do it to flex up
I ain't F-in' with you, ****, flex up
Take a selfie with me, throwin' checks up
I'm like zero degrees from the neck up
If she get on her knees, I'ma bless her
If she get off her knees, it's a setup

Writer(s): Lil Wayne, Ryan Vojtesak, Rex Kudo & Robert Richardson.

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