(Music video version, not the mixtape version)
[Intro:]
You a f** n***a, can't flex like me
f** n***a, you ain't got a check like me
Shades Ray-Ban but the shoes Louis V
Told you f** n***as, can't flex like me
Lame a** n***a, can't dress like me
He ain't got a icy a** neck like me
True Religion jeans, you ain't dressed like me
Told you f** n***as can't flex like me, now
[Verse 1:]
Hold up, hustles when I ball up
Took a shot, pour up
Throw a couple bands, like so what
All a n***a know is turn up
Nine on deck, don't run up
I don't wanna lift my gun up
Broke a** n***a just shut up
Like turn up, (turn up)
[Verse 2:]
Bands on deck so you know a n***a flexing with foreigns
Ridin' with a b**h named Lauren, and I'm rocking Ralph Lauren
Kiss my wrist and neck, my ice so gorgeous
Designer shoes on, n***a, I don't really f** with them Jordans
[Hook:]
Chains by ??, jeans by True
Shoes by Louis, and I'm running round in Gucci
10 deep hoodie, ??
Riding through the hood flexing all my j**elry
Shades Ray-Ban, ??
Dope boy fresh, turnt up, she choosing
n***as ain't with it, these n***as losing
You ain't turnt up, n***a, who the hell you fooling?
Chains by ??, jeans by True
Shoes by Louis, and I'm running round in Gucci
10 deep hoodie, ??
Riding through the hood flexin all my j**elry
Shades Ray-Ban, ??
Dope boy fresh, turnt up and she choosing
n***as ain't with it, these n***as losing
You ain't turnt up, n***a, who the hell you fooling?
[Verse 3]
Flex, young n***a, flex young n***a flex
Iced out dough boy on my f**ing neck
Rubber Band Money Gang thumbin' through that check
All a n***a care about is money, guns and s** (n***a flex!)
n***as wanna jack me because I'm caked
Toys on deck, you wanna play (you think I'm playing?)
And my watch look like a f**ing dinner plate
Eating guala off that b**h, every day, n***a flex
All these f** n***as wanna be me, believe me
Money and the rest so you can't see me, that's easy
Eating all these bands, 'cus I'm greedy
Checkerboard Louis', I look at 'em and say king me
[Hook, fading out]