[Intro: T-Pain]
I put my hands on your head while your knees on the floor
(You know what we doin' in here)
Don’t be knocking on the door (Alright)
Her coochie getting soaked, so you know what's in her throat
But when I hit her with this dick, she gon' be begging me for more
(Nah, watch me, wow, watch me work)

[Interlude: T-Pain & Party Boyz]
You know who this is, man
This is the T-mix or the T-P-mix
Whichever one you feel like, anything that rhymes with "re" (Flex, flex, we in this thing)
Ha, you feel me? Party Boyz

[Bridge: Party Boys]
So watch me work, Party Boyz
Flex, flex, we in this thing (It’s real easy to do, just put your—)
Flex, flex, hands on my head
Party Boyz, we in this thang, so watch me work

[Chorus: Party Boyz & T-Pain]
Hit 'em with that flex, hit 'em with that flex (Flex, flex, flex, flex)
Hit 'em with that, hit 'em with that flex, they gon' be beggin' for some more (Flex, flex, flex, flex)
Hit 'em with that flex, hit ’em that flex (Flex, flex, flex, flex, yeah, alright)
Hit ’em with that, hit 'em with that flex, they gon’ be beggin' for some more (Flex, flex, flex, flex)
[Verse 1: T-Pain & Party Boyz]
Now watch me work on 'em, I got her hurting ('Ting)
If you can’t do it right, somebody get the twerk team (Team)
I'm from the milky way, I am not an earth link
Chocolate on the outside, with flavor I am bursting
I started this autotune, somebody reimburse me
'Fore I start rapping off the top, no rehearsing
Or I might take off all your tops, converting
Bitch take off your top, pervert-er to pervert-ee (Hee-hee)
Yeah (Yeah), in the hood they call me Four Flex (Four Flex)
Shabba ranks, n***a, it's time for some more sex (Sex)
It's getting all kinds of stuffy in my Corvette ('Vette)
It's me and four bitches, pussy quartet (Yeah)
Polo hat, polo shirt, polo sweats (Sweats)
I'm fucking and you jacking off, that's called a solo flex (Flex)
Huh, you look surprised with that (That)
See, all of my hoes still come like combo meals, would you like thighs with that? (Ayy, go watch me work)

[Chorus:]
Hit 'em with dat flex, hit em with that flex, hit em hit em hit em with that flex, they gone be beggin' fo some more, hit em with that flex, hit em that flex, hit ha with that flex, they gone be beggin' fo some more

Makin noise up out tha heater they call it hit em with that flex and when I'm with your name I gotta ha begging for some sex, you know we not going to stop till we putting out some text, Party Boyz we in that thang, daddy stroking next

Straight up out that oct so I'm a keep it triple d... bre ah shay k and even be on bet billboards we four to three, grinning till we hit tha top, and even then the hustle don't stop

We puttin dallas on tha map, flexin through tha south got everybody flexin from the schools to tha trap, hands on my head she got ha hands down my pants, she told me to put on youtube shot out to tha fans
[Waka Flocka Flame:]
(Flocka Flocka) pull up at tha doe flexin in uh m6, she loookin for a real street n***a, baby this him they call me Waka Flocka, you know that I'm off the chain, hoes boppin off the chain jus to come and say my name, she put ha hands on ha head so I hit ha with that flex... put it on her Flocka style now she think I invented sex she love the way I hit ha, this ain't been invented yet, I went from lebron Flocka james to keith Flocka sweat

[Chorus:]
Hit 'em with dat flex, hit em with that flex, hit em hit em hit em with that flex, they gone be beggin' fo some more, hit em with that flex, hit em that flex, hit ha with that flex, they gone be beggin' fo some more
(Mo mo mo mo)