Separate Philthy Rich (Ft. Fenix Flexin)

[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