[Chorus: Fenix Flexin]

Get your grind right, get your mind right

Get your hustle on, fuck that limelight

Get your money up, standing [?]

Don't be out here going crazy 'bout these hoes, nigga

Get your team straight, put your mans on

This some real nigga music, not no dance song

Tell me, what you finna do when them bands gone?

I'ma get my hustle on, niggas stand strong

[Verse 1: Fenix Flexin]

Ten toes in Balenciagas

She say I ain't shit but a pill popper

I've been getting real money, like a real doctor

Everytime I leave the house, I'm looking rеal proper

10 bands I'm just coolin in my left pocket

Shе asked me what we is? I told her next topic

I like my bitches all black, but they ain't gothic

These niggas mad on Instagram, 'cause they ain't poppin

Shit crazy, I don't get it, probably never will

Yeah we could've had the world, but niggas signed a deal

Ever since they took my nigga, I've been tryna kill

Tell me where them niggas at? Where that nigga live?

Everyday I stay alive, I pray to God

I'm on Rodeo Drive sipping on a 5

I'll put a nigga down, going through the town

Wanna take my brother from me, that shit blew my mind

Now I keep one in the head, nigga, all the time

If we sliding, niggas dying, you can't drop a dime

We done chose a life of crime, now my brother gone

Fenix Flexin for the record, I'm that nigga now

Louis belt PRPs with the masons

Pull them bands out my pocket, leave the Franklins

We'll lay a nigga flat, like he planking

Friday night masked up, like we Jason

[Chorus: Fenix Flexin]

Get your bar right, get your mind right

Get your hustle on, fuck that limelight

Get your money up, standing [?]

Don't be out here going crazy 'bout these hoes, nigga

Get your team straight, put your mans on

This some real nigga music, no dance song

Tell me, what you finna do when them bands gone?

I'ma get my hustle on, niggas stand strong

[Verse 2: Philthy Rich]

I ain't never bought no pussy, but I sold some

Niggas got the handout, tryna hold some

Punk bitch fagged off, 'cause I wasn't round her

She was fucking with the opps, so I should've downed her

That nigga was a fan, way before he was a hater

Them suckas ain't outside, double back later

I've been riding foreign, them pussy niggas riding dick

You gon' get chapped lips, you suck a broke nigga dick

He need promotion for his album, so he sneak dissing

Even though my kidney bad, I keep sneak sipping

Made that nigga buy a Roley, he had a G Shock

Three for dub, we was rolling at the weed spot

I motivate these niggas to get some money in my city

Outa towners show more love than niggas up in my city

A lotta hate up in this blood that I didn't know exist

Bet the 5 or 9 9 to 5 make em kisss

It's Philthy

[Chorus: Fenix Flexin]

Get your bar right, get your mind right

Get your hustle on, fuck that limelight

Get your money up, standing [?]

Don't be out here going crazy 'bout these hoes, nigga

Get your team straight, put your mans on

This some real nigga music, no dance song

Tell me, what you finna do when them bands gone?

I'ma get my hustle on, niggas stand strong