Yeah, it's Slwl I. on the track, yeah
Yeah, getting old so I been movin' weight in the trunk, I'm on the interstate Made myself a plug, get it 100 And I still got the Act' you know I the taste Spending dirty money at the Gucci Fuckin' with the models, sushi rolls She I'm a singer, get that groupie love Baby mad, she see me movin' up On to better things, with those television screens I never get to see, cause I'm so heavy in the streets I just blew a hundred thou', so I'm goin' town And I'ma try to 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 make you call your mama's phone Tell that bitch to bring bag, oh lord we need that bag in a plastic bag, call that a sleeping bag On MLK in a Bugatti, I feel at last Percocets, and syrup, I got PMS with your bitch watchin' First 48 And I got the Act', you know I love the taste 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 Then she 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