Malphurs moved with his family from Jamaica, Queens, New York to Riverdale, Georgia when he was nine years old. The name "Waka" was taken from Fozzie Bear. The name "Flocka Flame" was given to him by rapper Gucci Mane.Waka Flocka is a member of the 1017 Brick Squad Boyz, with Gucci Mane, OJ Da Juiceman, Frenchie, and Wooh Da Kid.
He was shot in the arm while struggling with a robber at a car wash in Atlanta, Georgia on the morning of January 19, 2010. His debut single is called "O Let's Do It",which peaked at #62 on the Billboard Hot 100. His debut album, Flockavelli was released later on in 2010.
The Round Of Applause Songfacts says. After an early version of "Round of Applause without Drake leaked in early August 2011, it was remixed by the Toronto MC and released it through his official blog October's Very Own, on September 11, 2011. Waka Flocka Flame then chose to master the remix and release it as the official single from his second album, Triple F Life: Friends, Fans and Family. It was released to iTunes on October 18, 2011, and to U.S. urban radio on November 1, 2011.
He was featured on Lil Jon's album Crunk Rock on the track "Throw It Up, Pt. 2 (Remix)" which also feature Pastor Troy Waka is 6'6ft 265lbs
Flex
Waka Flocka Flame Lyrics
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I'm chillin' in our sessions
I'm in my private section, gettin' head and I'm textin'
I'm flexin', I'm flexin'
What she know 'bout flexin'?
Might pull up to the Weston and have your girl undressin'
I've this ice on me but my heart cold
In the strip club, prolly at the Blue Fline
Scratches on the whip, bitch a Mini coupe thang
Okay I stepped up from the scene super clean
Got a 50 in my jeans, screamin' money ain't a thing
A vilt full of bottles, got some models and some beans
Man I'm just a young, checked up in the club ballin', 'cause my stacks' up
Okay I'm standing on the bar and all these bitches starin'
And my chain costs a Ferrari and my wrist costs a McLaren
What we sayin'? Flex, flex, flex, flex, flex, flex, flex
She want a nigga that can flex and her man can't do it
Man, I bought a half a pound then we ran straight through it
What we doin'? Flex flex flex flex flex flex flex
Okay all I know it flexes you
Some different check you more
Shorty suck my dick, can't hit the weed, I need an extra blunt
Spare tire in the trunk, ride with an extra shot
Spent your rent money at that Benihana restaurant
Gucci low, Polo, diamond dancing go go
Whole squad flexin' like that Arm and Hammer logo
Karate kickin', dojo
Paparazzi photo
Aggravated flexin', got these niggas playin' Nolo
We against bein' broke
Dirt Gang protest
We gon' stand harder than the mu'fuckin Bowflex
On this shit period, Kotex
Waterfall money in the club, got your hoe wet (D-Bo!)
Okay I'm standing on the bar and all these bitches starin'
And my chain costs a Ferrari and my wrist costs a McLaren
What we sayin'? Flex, flex, flex, flex, flex, flex, flex
She want a nigga that can flex and her man can't do it
Man, I bought a half a pound then we ran straight through it
What we doin'? Flex flex flex flex flex flex flex
Came to the club, seven chains, doin' too much
Black, white 'rari fame, Waka Flocka flexed up
Ah dog, valet smoking cush, boy I'm fucked up
Two clouds for my haters, throw your cups up
White Remy Martin but we buy by the case long
Smoke back to back 'til our motherfuckin' eyes closed
Paparazzi follow us everywhere we go
He know, she know, I'll be flexin', nigga
All this Remy Martin, I might mix it with some Rosay
Heavy rotation on the radio, you get no play
Ball, ball, ball, ball, ball, ball go and get it, nigga
You dream about it, I live it nigga
Flex!
Okay I'm standing on the bar and all these bitches starin'
And my chain costs a Ferrari and my wrist costs a McLaren
What we sayin'? Flex, flex, flex, flex, flex, flex, flex
She want a nigga that can flex and her man can't do it
Man, I bought a half a pound then we ran straight through it
What we doin'? Flex flex flex flex flex flex flex
The song "Flex" by Waka Flocka Flame Feat. Travis Porter Slim Dunkin & D-Bo is a party track that celebrates flexing or showing off one's wealth, status, and power. The song is characterized by catchy beats, repetitive chorus, and boastful lyrics about money, cars, clothes, women, and drugs. The song's theme is primarily about enjoying the good life and having fun at the expense of others who can't keep up with the flex culture. The verses are delivered by different rappers, each offering their take on the importance of flexing, and the chorus serves as an anthem that reinforces the song's message.
The first verse of the song depicts one of the rappers chillin' in his private section, getting head while texting, and flexing on others who don't know about the lifestyle. The second verse brags about having ice on him but having a cold heart, checking his bar code to prove his realness, hanging out at a strip club, and driving a Mini coupe. The third verse is about standing on the bar and having all the women stare at him while wearing expensive jewelry, smoking Kush, and drinking Remy Martin. The last verse of the song is about spending more money than one should at Benihana restaurant, wearing Gucci and Polo clothes while doing karate kicks and paparazzi following him.
In summary, the song "Flex" is about the culture of showing off one's wealth and spending more than necessary while enjoying life. The song's party vibe and catchy lyrics make it an instant hit among fans of hip-hop and rap music.
Line by Line Meaning
I'm flexin', I'm flexin'
I am showing off my wealth and status
I'm chillin' in our sessions
I am relaxing in my private rooms
I'm in my private section, gettin' head and I'm textin'
I am receiving oral sex while communicating with others on my phone
What she know 'bout flexin'?
What does she understand about displaying wealth and status?
Might pull up to the Weston and have your girl undressin'
I may arrive at the Weston hotel and have your girlfriend remove her clothes
I've this ice on me but my heart cold
I have expensive jewelry but lack emotional warmth
I'm a real nigga, bitch, check my bar code
I am an authentic individual, check my credentials
In the strip club, prolly at the Blue Fline
I am most likely at the Blue Flame strip club
Scratches on the whip, bitch a Mini coupe thang
My car, a Mini Cooper, has scratches on it
Okay I stepped up from the scene super clean
I have elevated myself from the ordinary in a stylish manner
Got a 50 in my jeans, screamin' money ain't a thing
I have $50,000 in my pants pocket and do not care about spending money
A vilt full of bottles, got some models and some beans
I have a table full of bottles, surrounded by models and drugs
Man I'm just a young, checked up in the club ballin', 'cause my stacks' up
I am a young person who has checked into the club and is living lavishly because I have a lot of money
Okay I'm standing on the bar and all these bitches starin'
I am standing on the bar and attracting attention from women
And my chain costs a Ferrari and my wrist costs a McLaren
My jewelry is worth the same as a Ferrari and a McLaren car
What we sayin'? Flex, flex, flex, flex, flex, flex, flex
What are we talking about? Flexing (showing off) repeatedly
She want a nigga that can flex and her man can't do it
She desires a man who can show off his wealth in a way that her current partner cannot
Man, I bought a half a pound then we ran straight through it
I purchased and used half a pound of drugs quickly
Okay all I know it flexes you
All I know is that showing off impresses you
Some different check you more
It makes me stand out from others and interest you more
Shorty suck my dick, can't hit the weed, I need an extra blunt
A woman performed oral sex on me, but since she cannot smoke marijuana, I need another blunt
Spare tire in the trunk, ride with an extra shot
I have an extra tire in my car trunk and an extra gun for safety
Spent your rent money at that Benihana restaurant
I used money that could have been used for rent on an expensive restaurant meal
Gucci low, Polo, diamond dancing go go
I am wearing designer clothing and expensive jewelry and dancing in a club
Whole squad flexin' like that Arm and Hammer logo
My entire group is showing off like the Arm & Hammer logo
Karate kickin', dojo
I am kicking and displaying martial arts moves
Paparazzi photo
I am having my photo taken by paparazzi
Aggravated flexin', got these niggas playin' Nolo
My intense show-off behavior is causing others to give up and become losers
We against bein' broke
We are opposed to being poor
Dirt Gang protest
Members of Dirt Gang are making a statement of opposition
We gon' stand harder than the mu'fuckin Bowflex
We will stand tall and strong like a Bowflex workout machine
On this shit period, Kotex
I am confident and determined, like the brand Kotex for menstrual products
Waterfall money in the club, got your hoe wet (D-Bo!)
My large amounts of cash in the club is making your girlfriend sexually aroused
Came to the club, seven chains, doin' too much
I am wearing seven chains to the club, displaying my wealth excessively
Black, white 'rari fame, Waka Flocka flexed up
I am riding in a black and white Ferrari, promoting my brand and wealth
Ah dog, valet smoking cush, boy I'm fucked up
My friend is smoking marijuana inside the car with the valet, and I am drunk
Two clouds for my haters, throw your cups up
I am raising a glass to those who dislike me, taunting them
White Remy Martin but we buy by the case long
We buy expensive white cognac Remy Martin in bulk
Smoke back to back 'til our motherfuckin' eyes closed
We smoke continually until we are too high to keep our eyes open
Paparazzi follow us everywhere we go
Paparazzi are always following us and taking photos
He know, she know, I'll be flexin', nigga
Everyone knows that I am going to show off my wealth and status
All this Remy Martin, I might mix it with some Rosay
I have so much Remy Martin cognac that I may mix it with wine Rosé
Heavy rotation on the radio, you get no play
My songs are being played frequently on the radio, but yours are not
Ball, ball, ball, ball, ball, ball go and get it, nigga
Go out and get money like I do, repeatedly
You dream about it, I live it nigga
You hope for wealth and status, but I already possess and display it
Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: DEREZ LENERD, DONQUEZ WOODS, HAROLD DUNCAN, JOSHUA HOWARD LUELLEN, JUAQUIN MALPHURS, LAKEEM MATTOX, MARIO HAMILTON
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