Yeah, Bses Slwl I. on the track, yeah
Yeah, trappin' old so I been movin' weight in the trunk, I'm on the interstate Made myself a plug, get it 100 And I got the Act' you know I love the taste dirty money at the Gucci store Fuckin' the models, eating sushi rolls She think I'm a singer, get that love mama mad, she see me movin' up On to bigger better things, with television screens I don't never get to see, cause I'm so heavy in the I blew a hundred thou', so I'm goin' outta town And I'ma try to make it back all
Finessin', finessin', I be Finessin', finessin', I be Finessin', finessin', I be Finessin', finessin', I be
in this bitch, I put my partners on Tie you up and you call your baby mama's phone Tell that bitch to bring that bag, oh we need that bag Xannies in a plastic bag, that a sleeping bag On MLK in a Bugatti, I feel at last Percocets, and syrup, I got PMS Chillin' with your 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 hang up in face, then I get it on her face And I teach her how to skate, 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 bitch, I put my partners 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 girl got is some heels and a lil on