Lyrics Chief Keef – Flex

I’m in my mansion, counting benjis
Riding foreigns, riding Hemi’s
Riding straight and, riding Bentleys
Riding out you know I pull up and get my flex on

Pull up get my flex on, red bone, her hair long
I’m talking bout the cash bet y’all ain’t know?
In the strip club throwing hella money
Bitch come to the front, where we come threw the door
Sneak diss on my shoes, come threw in a foreign
Pull up in something you can’t even afford
Put the Glock to ya face, make ya chin straight
Who the fuck I look like? A bitch boy?
Pull up on the curb, lift the door up
I think my car bipolar, he be shutting the door on these hoes
He be telling me they ebola
Hop out with the rockets
?, Look at that fat muthafucka thats boolin
Pull up so fast thats booze, you’ll think it was my car fucking zooling
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Fuck you talking bout? I am the Chief to the Keef
I been rolling up that chief to the Kief
All these fucking B’s, I need to take me a C
I be counting G from the A to the Z
Call me Sobama, they debating on me
1,2,3 the Gang counting on me

I’m in my mansion, counting benjis
Riding foreigns, riding Hemi’s
Riding straight and, riding Bentleys
Riding out you know I pull up and get my flex on
Get my flex on
x4
Pull up, get my flex on
With a red bone, and her hair long
She got her head on

I am riding so furious, haters in rear ver mirrors
Irritating hoes irri, off of Chief Sosa burial
Police in front of me, my car transform into a shift
And I’m so muthafucking high, my car transform into a hear
Pull up whats happening partner?, Niggas all in my roaster
Do you know Magic partner?, Only thing I first got in my mama
No Tony, I am a grinder
WeedHead? I am your owner
GreenHead? I am little mama
I swear that been my partner (Lean)

I’m in my mansion, counting benjis
Riding foreigns, riding Hemi’s
Riding straight and, riding Bentleys
Riding out you know I pull up and get my flex on
Get my flex on
x4
Pull up, get my flex on
With a red bone, and her hair long
She got her head on