(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]