[Chorus]
I swear that the flex gon' rule the world (Flex, flex)
I-I pull up and flex and do your girl (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Pull up, we got checks up, count up (Bee)
Love the money counter (Bee)
Put the racks up on the counter
Put the sticks up on the dresser
MAC-11 came with suppressor
Fucked all of my goddamn friends up
Fucked Alyssa, fucked Vanessa
Bih' go put them fuckin' bands up
I got a .56, won't put hands up
MIA, finna' fuck on a fan, yea
Still ridin' 'round with that van

[Verse]
Goyard bag, hold bands
BL, catch me with that clan
Team no lack, can't use my hands
I got slime go crack for bands
I got slime go crack for Xans
Perc-15, I can't hold hands
Told her, "Hit me when you land"
VETEMENTS for my fuckin' mans
Wide set pants, you can check my stancе
We got hella' Glocks, won't tote nonе in my pants
Ride 'round, Porsche truck with the braids, lil' man
Since you brave, lil' man, wanna see what you say, lil' man
I'm in the A, quit playin'
Freak hoes, I'ma throw some, dance
Run the bands on my Rick Owen' pants
Dior [one six?], quit playin'
Rock shows out, I went ham
Chrome Heart, no sleeves, I'm stamped
Hunnid' shots gon' fix yo' camp
Pussy n***as not up, we campin'
[Chorus]
I swear that the flex gon' rule the world (Flex, flex)
I-I pull up and flex and do your girl (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Pull up, we got checks up, count up (Bee)
Love the money counter (Bee)
Put the racks up on the counter
Put the sticks upon the dresser
MAC-11 came with suppressor
Fucked all of my goddamn friends up
Fucked Alissa, fucked Vanessa
Bih' go put them fuckin' bands up
I got a .56, won't put hands up
MIA, finna' fuck on a fan, yea
Still ridin' 'round with that van