Yeah, it's Bses I. on the track, yeah
Yeah, trappin' getting old so I been weight in the trunk, I'm on the interstate Made myself a plug, get it 100 And I still got the Act' you I love the taste Spending money at the Gucci store Fuckin' with the models, sushi rolls She I'm a singer, get that groupie 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 in the streets I just blew a hundred thou', so I'm goin' town And I'ma try to make it all right
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 make you call your baby mama's 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 free at Percocets, and syrup, I got PMS Chillin' with your bitch First 48 And I still got the Act', you 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 your face, then I get it on her 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 these pills, I put my on) Finessin', finessin', I be All my girl got is heels and a lil towel on