(Music video version, not the mixtape version)
[Intro:]
You a fuck n***a, can't flex like me
Fuck n***a, you ain't got a check like me
Shades Ray-Ban but the shoes Louis V
Told you fuck n***as, can't flex like me
Lame ass n***a, can't dress like me
He ain't got a icy ass neck like me
True Religion jeans, you ain't dressed like me
Told you fuck 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 ass 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 bitch 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 fuck 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 jewelry
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 jewelry
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 fucking neck
Rubber Band Money Gang thumbin' through that check
All a n***a care about is money, guns and sex (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 fucking dinner plate
Eating guala off that bitch, every day, n***a flex
All these fuck 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]