Ricky - Intellectual

[Intro: Fenix Flexin]

Ayy

Fenix Flexin, KT

Mr. Break Her, make a bitch pay me

Hah, ayy

Bitch, bitch, bitch

[Chorus: Fenix Flexin]

Me and KT, bitch, we in a foreign

If she ain't getting money, then that bitch a boring

I dropped fifty on my neck like it ain't shit

We'll burn a pussy nigga like a blank disc

Hold up, wait a minute, we the topic

Y'all ain't doin' shit, we them niggas really poppin'

All my niggas janky, boy, you niggas better watch it

We plottin', we gettin' this money, ain't have an option, nigga

[Verse 1: KT Foreign]

In the field to them bills like Buffalo (In the field)

Run it up then I'm gone, I don't cuff a ho (Bop)

Big body AMG, I be on the road (Slidin')

Stitched lip to the grave, I could never fold (Shh)

Blue hundreds out the bank mixed with pink fifties (Mixed with pink fifties)

Still slide behind tint with your bitch with me (With your bitch with me)

F&N with a stick when it get sticky (Get sticky)

Bounce out, get busy, leave the scene dizzy (Ricky)

Big picks in the whip, we got hella packs (Dope)

I don't really fuck with Scats, this a Hellcat (This a Hellcat)

I could flip a hundred bands, but I failed math (Straight up)

I be turning down traps, nigga, no cap (Bitch)

Five-fours don't call 'cause I barely answer (I barely answer)

Cut him off if he owe me, it don't even matter (Dummy)

Ten bands, twenty bands, bitch, I need it faster (Run it in)

She gon' play it off the corner like she Quentin Jammer, ayy

[Verse 2: Fenix Flexin]

Listen here, lil' baby, why you strip tuckin'?

Ten bands, twenty bands, won't give a bitch nothin'

Why this nigga say he got it? Boy, he big frontin'

And if you talkin' 'bout them pints, I need like six dozen

Lil' bitch, I could show you the money way

You ask me how to get it, I could show you one hundred ways

Poppin' big shit, but he sweet like some funnel cake

And if I'm on the run, I'ma jump to another state

Lil' nigga, get them bands up

Poured a four and popped a 30, kind of hard for me to stand up

I ain't tryna hear no answers

Fenix Flexin, I'm the man, probably fuckin' on a dancer, hah

[Verse 3: Mike Sherm]

Always begging for the dick, here, bitch, have it

I ain't tryna die young 'cause I live lavish

Since you want some feedback, nigga, quit rappin'

If I'm ever in your city, bet your bitch tap in

I could make somethin' shake with a couple dollars

Pulled up, gave a bum 'bout a hundred dollars

Only poke if the bitch look like Pocahontas

My niggas sip more drank than an alcoholic

Spent a band on some shoes I don't even use

Heard a nigga dissed me to touch a million views

Same nigga was a fan, I'm really confused

Every time a nigga rat, he make an excuse

[Verse 4: Sethii Shmactt]

I got big ass bands in my Amiri denims

I don't entertain the beef, I'm in love with the chicken

Think it's time to hit the road 'cause I know how to get it

All this money pilin', what the fuck? I don't know how to spend it

Took a trip out of state and made a few thousand

I can't see up in the whip 'cause it's too cloudy

Swimming in a big body, I don't do Audis (Lil' bitch)

They be tryna calm me down 'cause I'm too rowdy

Bitch, I'm addicted to hundreds

Big dope and big poles, it ain't nothing to up it

And it's MOBCG, don't give a fuck about nothing

And your bitch tryna fuck 'cause she like how I'm punching