Chords for Meek Mill - Flexin On Em (Official Video)

_ _ [F] Michael Jackson came alive right [Ab] now.
He'd ask you to [Gm] smoke one [Cm] foam.
So in his honor _ _ _
_ _ [F] You niggas far away coming [Ab] up shout.
Thank you D Brown [Bb] jump [Cm] if you won't
I put it on my mama and a very last nerve Ricky made off everything I [F] deserve
Square root of a kilo is [Ab] me nigga _
_ [Cm] _ Square root of a kilo is me nigga
Do the math on my motherfucking [F] G nigga
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_ [Db] Yeah MMG nigga
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Stuntin' on my old [G] hoes, stylin' on my haters
Presidential is rose gold, say it's time to get paper
Clock ten [E] with that laser, fuck around with your maker
Ernie got me pissin', fuck around with them papers
So I can't smoke no kush, I can't smoke no kush
But [A] I run through them hoes, and I ain't talking about Reggie Bush
I say, y'all fuck niggas [D] so bold, [Bb] hoes ain't never gonna look
In the kitchen with that Pyrex and the 9-Piece let me cook
Now hold up, I went and bought a Phantom cause I wanted to
Now I try the same with some stuntin' dude
Real nigga, hunnid proof
I'ma need a hundred M's to make me [D] comfortable
Stuntin' on my old hoes, stylin' on my haters
Presidential is rose gold, say it's time to get paper
Big crib with no neighbors, ball hoppin' no legos
Spend a hundred racks on my chain, all them hoes [E] know my name
[Bb] Cause I be flexin', flexin', flexin' on these niggas
I be flexin', flexin', flexin' on these bitches
I be flexin', flexin', flexin' on these niggas
I be [B] flexin', flexin', flexin' on these bitches
[D] All I know is just flexin', shittin' on my ex
Bad hoes on my team, dick em down like next I rock
Why I sound so fresh, fly sound no jet
Waves on three six, make that pussy get so wet
[A] She say I'm cocky, I say that's not me
[E] She call me papi and I say binaki
Wrist sweat on hockey, push box like Ali
[C] My sneaks they Bali, in my hood I'm [D] Prali
Just rollin' around in that Ghost, watchin' out for them folks
Heat on my hip, trunk full of that work
My shooters like dirt, ten racks and you murk
I put that on your head nigga, [Bb] first week and you dead
I bottle pop, I model pop
Pull up on the bikes, let the throttle pop
Niggas know I'm nice, and I got a lot
Like fuck your car, I [D] buy the block
Scuttlin' all of my old hoes, stylin' all of my haters
President do his rose gold, say it's time to get paper
Big crib with no neighbors, ball hard but no leg to spin
100 racks on my cane, all them hoes know my name
I be flexin', [Bb] flexin', flexin' on these niggas
I be flexin', flexin', flexin' on these bitches
I be flexin', flexin', flexin' on [C] these niggas
I be flexin', flexin', flexin' [D] on these bitches
I don't chase no bitches, I just chase my dreams
We ride around so dirty in this whip that's so clean
My old head she dirty but that dick suck so mean
And that pussy just so good for that [C] pipe
She my fiend, on that pint I [E] just lean
Perp got me bent, if you ain't talkin' bout money
You ain't got no sense, smell it on my clothes
Work got that scent, in that kitchen with them birds
Bout to serve up that then hold up
OZs and ho keys, straight white and no trees
Gray white and OZs and they might just OD
I stay tight with OGs, they know I'm real
[Am] Pocket full of them racks in [D] my bank account, me mill
Scuttlin' all of my old hoes, stylin' all of my haters
President drew his rose gold, said it's time to get paper
Big crib with no neighbors, ball hoppin' on Lake Oceana
Hundred racks on my cane, all them hoes know my name
Cuz I be flexin', flexin', [Bb] flexin' on these niggas
I be flexin', flexin', flexin' on these bitches
I be flexin', flexin', flexin' on these niggas
I be flexin', flexin', flexin' on these bitches Oh! _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ [F] _ I'm like welcome [Ab] to the power circle
I came a long [Gm] way, I started [Cm] with a pot of circle
Click full of real niggas that'll probably murk you
Cuz they're about that murder game, you [F] do a lot of verbal
Lotta talkin', lotta tweetin', till you [Ab] hear that chopper speakin'
Kill my dog, I kill your [Bb] dog, we tied [Cm] even, I believe it
If you see it, then you got it, nigga, never give up
Cuz if you grindin', you gon' be rich before you [F] can look up
My cousin, Octo, me never teach niggas [Ab] to cook up
Cuz you can sell them hard for the [Cm] low and give them the hook up
And still make a profit, the streets say I'm the hottest
And a nigga still modest, I'm just [F] being honest
Back to the wall, never let him get [Ab] behind us
Mack in my grouse, sittin' [Bb] right at my [Cm] designers
Look at my persona, I dreamed it, woke up in Conklin
There was commas after commas, I eat them like Penny [F] Harness
Put the shrimp over the pasta, the pasta over the [Ab] lobster
And the lobster over the table, power [F] circle of [Cm] my
Just talkin' money, talkin' money, what you talkin' about
Probably talkin'