Ricky lyrics

[Intro: Fenix Flexin]
Ayy
Fenix Flexin, KT
Mr. Break Her, make a b*tch pay me
Hah, ayy
b*tch, b*tch, b*tch

[Chorus: Fenix Flexin]
Me and KT, b*tch, we in a foreign
If she ain't getting money, then that b*tch a boring
I dropped fifty on my neck like it ain't sh*t
We'll burn a pus*y n*gga like a blank disc
Hold up, wait a minute, we the topic
Y'all ain't doin' sh*t, we them n*ggas really poppin'
All my n*ggas janky, boy, you n*ggas better watch it
We plottin', we gettin' this money, ain't have an option, n*gga

[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 b*tch with me (With your b*tch 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 f*ck 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*gga, no cap (b*tch)
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, b*tch, 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 b*tch nothin'
Why this n*gga say he got it? Boy, he big frontin'
And if you talkin' 'bout them pints, I need like six dozen
Lil' b*tch, I could show you the money way
You ask me how to get it, I could show you one hundred ways
Poppin' big sh*t, but he sweet like some funnel cake
And if I'm on the run, I'ma jump to another state
Lil' n*gga, 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 f*ckin' on a dancer, hah

[Verse 3: Mike Sherm]
Always begging for the di*k, here, b*tch, have it
I ain't tryna die young 'cause I live lavish
Since you want some feedback, n*gga, quit rappin'
If I'm ever in your city, bet your b*tch tap in
I could make somethin' shake with a couple dollars
Pulled up, gave a bum 'bout a hundred dollars
Only poke if the b*tch look like Pocahontas
My n*ggas sip more drank than an alcoholic
Spent a band on some shoes I don't even use
Heard a n*gga dissed me to touch a million views
Same n*gga was a fan, I'm really confused
Every time a n*gga 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 f*ck? 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' b*tch)
They be tryna calm me down 'cause I'm too rowdy
b*tch, 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 f*ck about nothing
And your b*tch tryna f*ck 'cause she like how I'm punching

[Chorus: Fenix Flexin]
Me and KT, b*tch, we in a foreign
If she ain't getting money, then that b*tch a boring
I dropped fifty on my neck like it ain't sh*t
We'll burn a pus*y n*gga like a blank disc
Hold up, wait a minute, we the topic
Y'all ain't doin' sh*t, we them n*ggas really poppin'
All my n*ggas janky, boy, you n*ggas better watch it
We plottin', we gettin' this money, ain't have an option, n*gga