[Intro: FBG Duck & Lil Marcuz]
Whoo
Yeah-yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, turn up
Whoo, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Whoo
(Steezy Beats)
Let's get it, turn up

[Chorus: Lil Marcuz & FBG Duck]
Yeah, she see I'm flexin', she see I got that bag (Yeah, she see I'm flexin', whoo)
She see that I'm finessin', I'm runnin' through a check (Money)
Don't care about them haters, I ain't even gotta stress (No, no)
'Cause I'm runnin' through a check (Yeah, yeah), I ain't even gotta flex (Turn up)
Yeah, she see I'm flexin', she see I got that bag (Whoo)
She see that I'm finessin', I'm runnin' through a check (Money)
Don't care about them hatеrs, I ain't even gotta stress (No, no)
'Causе I'm runnin' through a check (Yeah, yeah), I ain't even gotta flex (Turn up)

[Verse 1: Lil Marcuz]
I ain't gotta flex 'cause I'm flexin' like a bitch
I can't trust these hoes 'cause they out here fuckin' shit (Nah)
I get hella bands, I can pay his mama rent
Fire his body up, now they call him 50 Cent (Boom, boom)
Woofin' on the 'Book, I don't even comment
'Cause when I pop out, me and my n***as comin' (Nah)
I'm posted on ya block, but you didn't popped out
You would've popped out, I would've knocked your lights out (Let's get it)
I be smokin' dope, I be in my blackout
I took her to the mall, she tried to swap the mall out
She see that I'm that man, I'm the n***a with the clout (Let's get it)
And when I blow this .40, I'ma aim it at his scalp (Boom, boom)
My n***as come and swipe you, you can call us boy scouts
We be outside and the streetlights out
Yeah, she see I flex, I'm that n***a with the clout (Boom, boom)
And when I blow this .40, yeah, my n***a, speed out (Glah)
[Chorus: Lil Marcuz & FBG Duck]
Yeah, she see I'm flexin', she see I got that bag (Yeah, she see I'm flexin', whoo)
She see that I'm finessin', I'm runnin' through a check (Money)
Don't care about them haters, I ain't even gotta stress (No, no)
'Cause I'm runnin' through a check (Yeah, yeah), I ain't even gotta flex (Turn up)
Yeah, she see I'm flexin', she see I got that bag (Whoo)
She see that I'm finessin', I'm runnin' through a check (FBG shit)
Don't care about them haters, I ain't even gotta stress (Whoo, FBG, bitch)
'Cause I'm runnin' through a check (Ayy, ayy, gang-gang), I ain't even gotta flex (Turn up)

[Verse 2: FBG Duck]
She know that I flex, hell yeah, she know I flex
I bet she knowin' that I been runnin' through a check (Money)
Is your girl a motherfuckin' thotiana? Yes
But I don't want the sex, I finessed her out her neck (Whoo)
But fuck you and your bitch, back to them dead presidents (Money)
I talk about money, bitch, 'cause I'm the president (Whoo, whoo)
If you not talkin' money, then your talk irrelevant (Nah)
I got purple and shit with no seeds as my medicine (Err)
All these n***as that be talkin', they ain't really in this shit (Nah)
I be talkin' shit 'cause I'm really with the shit (Yeah, yeah)
Fuck losin' your mind, boy, you must've lost your wig (Turn up)
This shit is not a game, boy, don't get your wig split (Gang)

[Chorus: Lil Marcuz & FBG Duck]
Yeah, she see I'm flexin', she see I got that bag (Yeah, she see I'm flexin', whoo)
She see that I'm finessin', I'm runnin' through a check (Money)
Don't care about them haters, I ain't even gotta stress (No, no)
'Cause I'm runnin' through a check (Yeah, yeah), I ain't even gotta flex (Turn up)
Yeah, she see I'm flexin', she see I got that bag (Whoo)
She see that I'm finessin', I'm runnin' through a check (Money)
Don't care about them haters, I ain't even gotta stress (No, no)
'Cause I'm runnin' through a check (Yeah, yeah), I ain't even gotta flex (Turn up)