[Pre-Chorus: Rich The Kid]
Gotta flex a lot
I was broke as hell walkin' 'round passin' CDs in the parking lot
Now my lil' bitch want five racks for a new bag, is you rich or not? (Rich or not)
Pussy good, had to pay for it, let me knock it out like the Juggernaut (Juggernaut, yeah)
Let me stop (Hold on)

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
Flexin' (Flexin')
Wake up and brush my teeth, got on a flooded Cuban necklace (Ice)
I was broke, couldn't buy no Waffle House, my pockets pregnant (Pregnant)
Hold on (Hold on), let me count it, give me a second (Beep)

[Verse 1: Rich The Kid]
Rich as hell
Bad bitches, gotta duck 'em all, I done fucked 'em all, I can't kiss and tell (Yeah)
Baby mama steady trippin' on mе, why she hatin' on me? Tell hеr go to hell (Go to hell)
Young n***a, I done ran it up, money too tall, I can't go to jail (Yeah)
Yeah, it was just me and Durel, yeah
I had to grind for real
Had to ride the train before I seen a mil' (Mil')
Wake up, I put on new Chanel (Yeah)
Left the house, couldn't leave my scale (Uh)
Left wrist like a hundred and twelve
Mama mad, couldn't take the smell (Mama)
Too many racks, left a paper trail
Fuck 12, I would never tell (Fuck 'em)
No deposit
Ran me a check up, I bought a Masi' (Skrrt)
Start me a label like Yo Gotti (Yo Gotti)
I knock it out, she call me Big Papi (Big Papi)
Flexin'
So many diamonds, can't forget my bank account was on E (Woo, woo)
Look at my Cuban links, got me walkin' 'round with your bank account on me (Rich)
[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
Flexin' (Flexin')
Wake up and brush my teeth, got on a flooded Cuban necklace (Ice)
I was broke, couldn't buy no Waffle House, my pockets pregnant (Pregnant)
Hold on (Hold on), let me count it, give me a second (Hold on, beep)

[Verse 2: Kanye West]
Flexin'
Girl named Dallas, send a hundred texts
Yeah, before I send a bitch a blessing
I need to see if the sex good, I'm a sexist
Sendin' pussy shots, girl, you know I need the breasts
Said she pay for dinner, instead ate me up for breakfast
If she pay for dinner, I'ma still need the dessert
My dick hard, this bitch hotter than the desert
My oldest said, "Daddy not going to Heaven"
Treat me like a deadbeat, said I wasn't present
They was tryna treat a king like a peasant
They bought my son a new dad like it's no headache
I don't give a fuck about shit, I'm irreverent
Last time I got hella hate
Treated like I wasn't intellige'
Real body, but they hella fake
Gettin' tours, I got hella dates
The pussy tight, the money right, she gon' sell a bit
Then they walk around like she celibate
[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
Wake up and brush my teeth, got on a flooded Cuban necklace (Ice)
I was broke, couldn't buy no Waffle House, my pockets pregnant (Pregnant)
Hold on (Hold on), let me count it, give me a second (Beep)