Flexin on My Baby Mama - 2 Chainz

I said I take care of my kids but I’m flexin' on my baby mama

I’m like, «Damn, I shoulda wore a condom!»

Boom, boom, boom

My shoes sold out in one day

Pull out the blueprint, bumpin' dat Gunplay

In a Maybach, pockets stay fat

So fly, I could parallel park on a fucking runway

Going down a one way the wrong way, shoot barrel long range

Swag like pro ball, gave her a ring, phone call

Money talk, pole vault, walked in, drove off

So comfortable at the dealership, I don’t take my robe off

I wake up and I get to it, breakfast time I might sea food it

Lunch time I might lamb chop it

And you do is talk shit like you was eatin' booty

Southside in my bloodstream, smokin' on that propane

I could tell ya ass one thing, I like gettin' head wearing both chains

All white with no stains, I been trappin' fore the Grammy nods

I been countin' money so long I’mma need a damn hand massage

So many cars, I can barely park

So many cars, I need another damn garage

I’m famous with my fam around, damn I wish I had my dad around

Gave a nigga a Lamborghini, so that’s a motherfuckin' lamb-me-down

Watch how I’mma kill em for the summer

(Watch how I kill 'em)

Watch how I’mma kill em for the summer

(Watch how I kill 'em)

I’m just flexin' on my baby mama

(I'm just flexin')

I’m just flexin' on my baby mama

(I'm just flexin')

Watch how I’mma kill em for the summer

(Watch how I kill 'em)

Watch how I’mma kill em for the summer

(Watch how I kill 'em)

I’m just flexin' on my baby mama

(I'm just flexin')

I’m just flexin' on my baby mama

(I'm just flexin')

Aye, European style my dresscode, gunshots in the club echo

Walk around with a .36 with six shots in my .38 Special

Black car, black Timbs, Bank of America back then

She tryna tell me her life story and all I want is a lap dance

Good times, smokin' J’s, rockin' J’s, I’m the rap Ernie Barnes

If I paint a canvas it’d be melee, firearms

Viacom, maricón, if she bad I invite her home

Buying chains like I’m buyin' homes

Rims taller than Kevin Hart, Ride Along

Them rhinestones, you ain’t shinin', nigga

I ain’t hidin' so you ain’t gotta find me, nigga

All my clothes are designer, nigga

And my back seat recliner nigga

Came in rockin' all gold and I’m fuckin' all yall hoes

Smokin' on that Lee Haney, sippin' on that hard-boiled

This that get back — click clack, get back

Smokin' on Raw paper, this ain’t zig zags

Snakeskin wallpaper, rose gold chandelier

I’m lookin' for a baby eater, can I get a volunteer?

Watch how I’mma kill em for the summer

(Watch how I kill 'em)

Watch how I’mma kill em for the summer

(Watch how I kill 'em)

I’m just flexin' on my baby mama

(I'm just flexin')

I’m just flexin' on my baby mama

(I'm just flexin')

Watch how I’mma kill em for the summer

(Watch how I kill 'em)

Watch how I’mma kill em for the summer

(Watch how I kill 'em)

I’m just flexin' on my baby mama

(I'm just flexin')

I’m just flexin' on my baby mama

(I'm just flexin')

I said I take care of my kids but I’m flexin' on my baby mama

I’m like «Damn, I shoulda wore a condom!»

Boom, boom, boom