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[Chorus: Fenix Flexin]
Get your grind right, get your mind right
Get your hustle on, f*ck that limelight
Get your money up, standing [?]
Don't be out here going crazy 'bout these hoes, n*gga
Get your team straight, put your mans on
This some real n*gga music, not no dance song
Tell me, what you finna do when them bands gone?
I'ma get my hustle on, n*ggas stand strong

[Verse 1: Fenix Flexin]
Ten toes in Balenciagas
She say I ain't sh*t 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 b*tches all black, but they ain't gothic
These n*ggas mad on Instagram, 'cause they ain't poppin
sh*t crazy, I don't get it, probably never will
Yeah we could've had the world, but n*ggas signed a deal
Ever since they took my n*gga, I've been tryna kill
Tell me where them n*ggas at? Where that n*gga live?
Everyday I stay alive, I pray to God
I'm on Rodeo Drive sipping on a 5
I'll put a n*gga down, going through the town
Wanna take my brother from me, that sh*t blew my mind
Now I keep one in the head, n*gga, all the time
If we sliding, n*ggas 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 n*gga now
Louis belt PRPs with the masons
Pull them bands out my pocket, leave the Franklins
We'll lay a n*gga 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, f*ck that limelight
Get your money up, standing [?]
Don't be out here going crazy 'bout these hoes, n*gga
Get your team straight, put your mans on
This some real n*gga music, no dance song
Tell me, what you finna do when them bands gone?
I'ma get my hustle on, n*ggas stand strong

[Verse 2: Philthy Rich]
I ain't never bought no pus*y, but I sold some
n*ggas got the handout, tryna hold some
Punk b*tch fagged off, 'cause I wasn't round her
She was f*cking with the opps, so I should've downed her
That n*gga was a fan, way before he was a hater
Them suckas ain't outside, double back later
I've been riding foreign, them pus*y n*ggas riding di*k
You gon' get chapped lips, you suck a broke n*gga di*k
He need promotion for his album, so he sneak dissing
Even though my kidney bad, I keep sneak sipping
Made that n*gga buy a Roley, he had a G Shock
Three for dub, we was rolling at the weed spot
I motivate these n*ggas to get some money in my city
Outa towners show more love than n*ggas 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, f*ck that limelight
Get your money up, standing [?]
Don't be out here going crazy 'bout these hoes, n*gga
Get your team straight, put your mans on
This some real n*gga music, no dance song
Tell me, what you finna do when them bands gone?
I'ma get my hustle on, n*ggas stand strong