Swervin' & Finessin'

Gettin money I ain't worried bout the rest
Caught you lackin so I put you to the test
I'm not tripping yeah I'm swerving and finessing little baby
Why you stressing like you teachin me a lesson

Gettin money I ain't worried bout the rest
Caught you lackin so I put you to the test
I'm not tripping yeah I'm swerving and finessing little baby
Why you stressing like you teachin me a lesson

Baby you ain't got no soul you a dead thang
And you could really buy a home with that wedding ring
Started on my own now they hoppin on the same train
When I get the bag I gon bust down that plain Jaine
Up down left right to the top
Started off went right to the top
Now I'm better got them features on lock $25 for a verse and I'll make it a bop

Thought you bought a new coupe but it's rented
Imma get me a bag for the spendin
I gon sing that shit like tony Bennett
I carry them songs better give me the credit
No cap no cap I be bust down
Baby I aint gonna lie I go all out
Drippin water on my fit don't get fussed now
They be hatin even though they in the same town

Gettin money I ain't worried bout the rest
Caught you lackin so I put you to the test
I'm not tripping yeah I'm swerving and finessing little baby
Why you stressing like you teachin me a lesson

Gettin money I ain't worried bout the rest
Caught you lackin so I put you to the test
I'm not tripping yeah I'm swerving and finessing little baby
Why you stressing like you teachin me a lesson

I be trafficking
You know I stay finessing
What you need
Fuck with me
I might bless you
Try to rob me smith & Wesson
Teach you a lesson
I was stressing I was down bad
Praying for a blessing
Now I'm up
Bitches wanna fuck
They just want to sex me
I ain't tripping
I'm ballling like pippen
Bout my money belly
Dmx shoutout to my ex
Can't believe she left me
Smoking healthy aye broccoli
You know you need your veggies
I had crop them niggas out the picture
Now it's a selfie
Cause when I was down bad
Them niggas ain't try to help me
They when left oh yeah they left me
Like a kappa bitch I'm stepping
For myself glock come in handy
When niggas think shit sweet like candy
Yeah

Gettin money I ain't worried bout the rest
Caught you lackin so I put you to the test
I'm not tripping yeah I'm swerving and finessing little baby
Why you stressing like you teachin me a lesson



Credits
Writer(s): Grim Ox
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