Flex Finesse

[Chorus: Young Scooter]
Count up, count up, count up checks
Run your bands up, turn up your finesse
A Freeband juug, you can buy you a Vette
We remix off the bricks and we make tickets off that
Flex, Finesse
Flex, Finesse
Flex, Finesse
Flex, Finesse
Flex, Finesse
Flex, Finesse
Flex, Finesse
Flex, Finesse

[Verse 1: Young Scooter]
Freebandz, two hundred thousand in my closet
All Freebandz, stay flexin
That's all money, 15 bands
That's on my pinky ring
20 racks, that's on the bracelet
Thirty thousand, on the Breitling
Look at the foreign, your bitch boring
She annoying, so I can stand on her
Throw some bands on her, I keep bands on me
At least a 60 in my pocket, no rubber bands on it
Nigga that's juug money, I keep them packs coming
We fucking up the streets, with them talkin' numbers

[Chorus: Young Scooter]
Count up, count up, count up checks
Run your bands up, turn up your finesse
A Freeband juug, you can buy you a Vette
We remix off the bricks and we make tickets off that
Flex, Finesse
Flex, Finesse
Flex, Finesse
Flex, Finesse
Flex, Finesse
Flex, Finesse
Flex, Finesse
Flex, Finesse

[Verse 2: Young Scooter]
You was in the city, Scooter already sold that shit
That lingo you rapping, nigga we rewrote that shit
The Mexico lingo, all we rap about bails and bricks
Finessing and flexing, hitting million dollar licks
Boss shit, walk around with the ruly
Some days I serve with the ruly
Your price your height, get whatever you like
Five seven, five seventy, four two, four twenty
Come and get you some money, Black Migo got it
You can come and go shopping, plus we got more options
You can make more profit, ain't no one to stop it
Put the remix in the bricks, twenty thousand dollar profit

[Chorus: Young Scooter]
Count up, count up, count up checks
Run your bands up, turn up your finesse
A Freeband juug, you can buy you a Vette
We remix off the bricks and we make tickets off that
Flex, Finesse
Flex, Finesse
Flex, Finesse
Flex, Finesse
Flex, Finesse
Flex, Finesse
Flex, Finesse
Flex, Finesse

[Verse 3: Future]
My bitches greet me like I'm god
[?] my whole squad
My bitches greet me like I'm god
I got a cheerleader team, huh
I can turn [?] into cream
And I got five plugs
I can afford to take one off
365 days
Can't afford to take none off
All these Freebandz, I should take my roof off
Roles Royce, pull up on a Migo to pull my move off
Yeah, Cause I got green on my mind
I'm on a whole cup of Lean
But I ain't slow about that cash flow
I'm a money machine, Astronaut on Pluto

[Chorus: Young Scooter]
Count up, count up, count up checks
Run your bands up, turn up your finesse
A Freeband juug, you can buy you a Vette
We remix off the bricks and we make tickets off that
Flex, Finesse
Flex, Finesse
Flex, Finesse
Flex, Finesse
Flex, Finesse
Flex, Finesse
Flex, Finesse
Flex, Finesse