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