[Intro: Montell Jordan]
This is how we do it
Low the Great, Low the Great, Low the Great
[Verse 1: Fenix Flexin]
Tens, twenties, fifties, hunnids
I'm a dope dealer, baby, I be countin' money (Countin' racks up)
Ain't like you other niggas, all my niggas really thuggin'
Can't bring it in the club, so I was never into clubbin' (Ayy)
What you mean she ain't got it? (She ain't got it)
We ain't fuckin' 'less she got it, I need money outta pocket (Outta pockets)
You ain't ballin', nigga, stop it
If I got it I'ma pop it, I'm in Neiman's with my rocket (Fire, fire)
Thirty hangin' off my Off-White denim
Niggas politickin' and they feelin' like some children
Hella wave, baby, real niggas in the building
I'm tryna break your back, I ain't really with the building (This is how we do it)
Stealin', robbin', we want all the problems
Count a couple thousand then I stuff 'em in my Robins (Countin' racks up)
Bitch, made, I get money in six ways
These niggas switched lanes, stayed in mine, here the check came
[Chorus: Fenix Flexin]
This is how we do it
It's Friday night
I poured three lines
The codeine's here on the west side
So I reach for my liter, then I pour it up
Designate a driver, take the keys, not my cup
Pop some Xans, now I'm faded
Count a hunnid bands up like, "Nigga, yeah, we made it"
This is how we do it
Low the Great, Low the Great, Low the Great
[Verse 1: Fenix Flexin]
Tens, twenties, fifties, hunnids
I'm a dope dealer, baby, I be countin' money (Countin' racks up)
Ain't like you other niggas, all my niggas really thuggin'
Can't bring it in the club, so I was never into clubbin' (Ayy)
What you mean she ain't got it? (She ain't got it)
We ain't fuckin' 'less she got it, I need money outta pocket (Outta pockets)
You ain't ballin', nigga, stop it
If I got it I'ma pop it, I'm in Neiman's with my rocket (Fire, fire)
Thirty hangin' off my Off-White denim
Niggas politickin' and they feelin' like some children
Hella wave, baby, real niggas in the building
I'm tryna break your back, I ain't really with the building (This is how we do it)
Stealin', robbin', we want all the problems
Count a couple thousand then I stuff 'em in my Robins (Countin' racks up)
Bitch, made, I get money in six ways
These niggas switched lanes, stayed in mine, here the check came
[Chorus: Fenix Flexin]
This is how we do it
It's Friday night
I poured three lines
The codeine's here on the west side
So I reach for my liter, then I pour it up
Designate a driver, take the keys, not my cup
Pop some Xans, now I'm faded
Count a hunnid bands up like, "Nigga, yeah, we made it"
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