Posing For Flex

They just spent like two or three weeks out the country
 Them boys up to something, they just not just bluffin'
 You don't have to call, I hit my dance like Usher, woo
 I just found my tempo like I'm DJ Mustard, woo
 I hit that Ginobili with my left hand up like, woo
 Lobster and Céline for all my babies that I miss
 Chicken fingers, french fries for them that wanna diss
 Jumpman, jumpman, jumpman, them boys up to something
 Uh-uh-uh, I think I need some Robitussin
 Way too many questions, you must think I trust you
 You searching for answers, I do not know nothing, woo
 I see 'em tweaking, they know something's coming, woo
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 Yeah, by the way
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 Yeah, hundred cousins out in Memphis, they so country, wow
 Tell her stay the night, valet your car, come fuck me now
 Jumpman, jumpman, live on TNT, I'm flexing, ooh
 Jumpman, jumpman, they gave me my own collection, ooh
 Jump when I say jump, girl, can you take direction? Ooh
 Mutombo with the -, you keep get rejected, ooh
 When they count all these racks that I have on me now
 I'ma have you like whoa
 Chanel number nine, Chanel number five, well, you got 'em both