[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 n***a like a blank disc
Hold up, wait a minute, we the topic
Y'all ain't doin' shit, we them n***as really poppin'
All my n***as janky, boy, you n***as better watch it
We plottin', we gettin' this money, ain't have an option, n***a

[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, n***a, 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 n***a 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' n***a, 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, n***a, 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 n***as sip more drank than an alcoholic
Spent a band on some shoes I don't even use
Heard a n***a dissed me to touch a million views
Same n***a was a fan, I'm really confused
Every time a n***a 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

[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 n***a like a blank disc
Hold up, wait a minute, we the topic
Y'all ain't doin' shit, we them n***as really poppin'
All my n***as janky, boy, you n***as better watch it
We plottin', we gettin' this money, ain't have an option, n***a