Yeah, it's Bses I. on the track, yeah
Yeah, trappin' old so I been movin' weight in the trunk, I'm on the interstate Made a plug, get it 100 ways And I got the Act' you know I love the taste Spending dirty money at the Gucci Fuckin' with the models, sushi rolls She think I'm a singer, get that love mama mad, she see me movin' up On to better things, with those television screens I don't never get to see, I'm so heavy in the streets I just a hundred thou', so I'm goin' outta 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
in this bitch, I put my partners on Tie you up and make you call your baby phone Tell bitch to bring that bag, oh lord 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' 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 hang up in your face, 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 this bitch, I'm 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