[Intro: FBG Duck]
Ooh
I had to do it
Turn up

[Chorus: FBG Duck]
Look, teacher said I wasn't gon' be shit
So my goal is to get rich (Ooh), I gotta do it
Look, thousand for the kicks, hoo
Million dollar bitch (Ooh), I had to do it
Ooh, I know they like the swag
They wanna be me so bad (True), they tryna do it, hoo (FBG)
Hit the mall and spend a check (Money), hoo (FBG, bitch)
That's what you call flex, I had to do it

[Verse 1: FBG Duck]
Look, I ain't got to say shit (Let's get it)
If I wanna take your bitch, my swag'll do it (True)
N***as talking tough out their lips (Goof'-ass)
Since you say you on your block, I'm riding through it, hoo (Brrt)
If I spend cash on a bitch (Money)
That's because I got cash to do it, ooh (Turn up)
And if broski wanna hit, hoo (What up, bro?)
I won't hesitate to pass it to him (Let's get it)
Look, boy, that ain't your bitch (No)
You know the whole gang hit, hoo (Gang, gang)
While you steady tryna kiss, ooh
On that dirty-ass same bitch (Goofy)
Tuh, boy, you should be ashamed (True)
For making that your main bitch, hoo
And I can't even lie
That lil' stunt you pulled was some lame shit, gang
[Chorus: FBG Duck & Juice Beatz]
Look, teacher said I wasn't gon' be shit
So my goal is to get rich (Ooh), I gotta do it
Look, thousand for the kicks, hoo
Million dollar bitch (Ooh), I had to do it
Ooh, I know they like the swag
They wanna be me so bad (True), they tryna do it, hoo
Hit the mall and spend a check (No lie), hoo
That's what you call flex (Yeah, yeah), I had to do it

[Verse 2: Juice Beatz]
Straight up, your main bitch wanna fuck with Juice and Duck
And we ain't tryna cuff, that bag'll do it (Cash)
She see me do this shit up on occasions (Huh?)
And he ain't paper chasing (Right), I'm glad to do it (Yeah)
Straight up, they steady see me running through a check (Right?)
And she just wanna pet, that Jag'll do it (Skrrt, skrrt-skrrt)
All these bitches on me in the lobby (Huh?)
'Cause I rock Ferragami (Yeah), that tag'll do it (Designer)
Thirsty thotianas do me proper (Huh?)
'Cause I be counting dollars (Right), they running to it (Right)
Foe'nem trap be jumping like them boppers (Yeah)
And I be counting the commas, I'm thumbing through it, yeah
Say you got that gas pack on the smoke (Right?)
Then how you still broke? It's somethin' to it (Huh?)
N***as think this street shit is a joke (Unh-uh)
And end up getting poked (Bah, bah), that gun'll do it (Bah-bah, bah-bah)