N.B.F.

Bitch we get it off the rip
Bitch we get it off the rip
Hey
Ca$h... Rodgers
And I'm the Natural Born Finesser
Uhhh
We don't even talk shit like we used to
Got a different bag now
Just let y'all ns
Uhhh
Yeah

Cool na in a 2 seater
I can hit ya girl
Imma wife beater
See commas
Go Ike, Tina
Still polluting them 2 liters
Pouring up that dirty dirty
Up and at them bands
Yeah bright and early
Ram your bitch from the back
No bull dog
Like I'm Todd Gurley
If he talking crazy
He get all mittens
And he fuck around
And don't make it out
You can count on God
You can count favors
One thing is
You can't count me out
Cut the check the exact amount
I need every single digit
That's on that bitch
I said cut the check
The exact amount
I need every single digit
That's on that bitch
(Gahhdamn gahhdamn)
If the Sprite clean
Don't bring it round me
(What else)
Dollars on my mind
Like they placed a bounty
(What else)
Get your bread up
You can't afford to hate me
In my fortress
Where we fornicating
If the glove fit
Then I'm Gary Payton
Gahhdamn
Gahhdamn Gahhdamn
I'm the motherfucking man
Fuck your confessions
Don't ask me no questions
Don't need no reminders
You know who I am
Showing respect to the gang
C double G T
Please let me explain
Remember buying meals
With nothing but change
Now only blue hunnetts
Tell them keep the change
Ha
(Gahhdamn Gahhdamn)

Bitch we get it off the rip
And that ain't never gonna change
Pouring liquor with my ns
Girl you rocking with the gang
But if you know just like I know
Can't nobody do it better
(Oh Watchu say oh Watchu say)
I'm the Natural Born Finesser
Keep on grinding
Oh we shining
Youngings outchea
Getting it in
We ain't beefing
We ain't worried
About nothing but them ends
But if you know just like I know
Can't nobody do it better
(Oh Watchu say oh Watchu say)

Yeah I turn up a lot
Faded all in the spot
Why this bitch wanna talk
Girl
Is you fucking or not
That should be my catch phrase
I ain't slept in like 2 days
It make them ns jealous
When they see you doing better
So sick
So cold
Think I'm under the weather
Aye lil na what the lick read
Worry bout them other ns
It ain't no need
From that East Side
In case
You wonder my whereabouts
Couldn't fuck with the kid
Not even a pedophile
On a paper chase dawg
Let me run thru
Yeah it's time to go in
Like curfew
Man it's bout to get ugly
Like Gertrude
Eating finger licking good
When I thumb thru
Na
All I want is a Rollie
Drive the whip like its stolen
Ya hoe went from man to man
She get doubled teamed
But somehow
She still get left wide open
Uhhh
Sorry dawg
That ain't my fault
Yeah I'm icy
So they throwing salt
Made a couple bands
Tryna get my shit together
Yeah
Life is a bitch
They don't wanna us together
I come where you never going make it
The shit used to hurt
Now a na embrace it
I can't be complacent
Cause you get caught tripping
Killers will send you
On a one-way vacation
Maneuver thru all of my problems
Put that on Furman
I swear that I got em
The state I'm in golden
Feel like Iguodola
Been balling so long
They think ima retire
Nahhh

Bitch we get it off the rip
And that ain't never gonna change
Pouring liquor with my ns
Girl you rocking with the gang
But if you know just like I know
Can't nobody do it better
(Oh Watchu say oh Watchu say)
I'm the Natural Born Finesser
Keep on grinding oh we shining
Youngings outchea getting it in
We ain't beefing
We ain't worried about nothing but them ends
But if you know just like I know
Can't nobody do it better
(Oh Watchu say oh Watchu say)



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Writer(s): David Thompson Jr.
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