Yeah, it's Slwl I. on the track, yeah
Yeah, trappin' getting old so I movin' weight Pigeons in the trunk, I'm on the myself a plug, get it 100 ways And I got the Act' you know I love the taste Spending dirty money at the store Fuckin' with the models, eating sushi She think I'm a singer, get that groupie Baby mad, she see me movin' up On to bigger better things, with those television I don't never get to see, cause I'm so in the streets I just blew a 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
Ballin' in bitch, I put my partners on Tie you up and make you call baby 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 free at 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 call you back, just to get out the way Then she hang up in 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 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 and a lil towel on