[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 niggas 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 nigga with the clout (Let's get it)
And when I blow this .40, I'ma aim it at his scalp (Boom, boom)
My niggas 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 nigga with the clout (Boom, boom)
And when I blow this .40, yeah, my nigga, speed out (Glah)
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 niggas 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 nigga with the clout (Let's get it)
And when I blow this .40, I'ma aim it at his scalp (Boom, boom)
My niggas 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 nigga with the clout (Boom, boom)
And when I blow this .40, yeah, my nigga, speed out (Glah)
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