Yeah, it's Slwl I. on the track, yeah
Yeah, trappin' getting old so I been movin' in the trunk, I'm on the interstate Made a plug, get it 100 ways And I still got the you know I love the taste Spending dirty money at the Gucci Fuckin' with the models, eating rolls She I'm a singer, get that groupie love Baby mad, she see me movin' up On to bigger better things, those television screens I don't never get to see, cause I'm so in the streets I just blew a hundred thou', so I'm goin' town And try to make it back all right
Finessin', finessin', I be Finessin', finessin', I be Finessin', finessin', I be Finessin', finessin', I be
Ballin' in this bitch, I put my on Tie you up and you call your baby mama's phone Tell bitch to bring that bag, oh lord we need that bag Xannies in a plastic bag, call that a bag On MLK in a Bugatti, I feel at last Percocets, and syrup, I got PMS Chillin' with your bitch First 48 And I still got the Act', you know I love the And I let her hit the J, and I let her me bae And I let her you back, just to get that out the way she hang up in your face, then I get it on her face And I her how to skate, then I skate, I'm straight...
Finessin', finessin', I be Finessin', finessin', I be Finessin', finessin', I be Finessin', finessin', I be Finessin', finessin', I be (Ballin' in this bitch, I put my on) Finessin', finessin', I be (Muddy in bitch, I'm talkin' styrofoam) Finessin', finessin', I be (Poppin' all pills, I put my doctor on) Finessin', finessin', I be All my got is some heels and a lil towel on