Finer Than a... (Mastered) [feat. Richard Prince II]

Girl you finer than a motherfucker
Hey, what your name is
Spit your game, shake that thang, who your man is
I want to give you the business, right now
Can I come take you to the crib, right now
Girl you finer than a motherfucker
Hey, what your name is
Spit your game, shake that thang, who your man is
I want to give you the business, right now
Can I come take you to the crib, right now

Hey girl, you finer than a motherfucker
Cause I said so
I saw your fine ass figure
When a nigga crept through the door
I see you alone, for sure
So it's on
Like a battery in my phone
Smelling like Polo Cologne
You know I'm fresh, I'm fly
A smooth type of guy
I know you know why I'm here
So you don't got to ask why
You know you wore that skirt for me
So you ain't got to act shy
A lot of dudes come at you wrong
But baby I ain't that guy
I know you're tired of all the lies
And boys playing with your heart
Toying with your emotions
Play you & leave you in the dark
Enough of these marks
I'm here to be that spark to your flame
And ease your pain
Let's begin, before we start
Hey, what's your name

Girl you finer than a motherfucker
Hey, what your name is
Spit your game, shake that thang, who your man is
I want to give you the business, right now
Can I come take you to the crib, right now
Girl you finer than a motherfucker
Hey, what your name is
Spit your game, shake that thang, who your man is
I want to give you the business, right now
Can I come take you to the crib, right now

Aye, enough of all the chitter-chat
Boo I'm trying to get that
Grocery sack, alleviate your problems
Look, I'll fix that
Don't panic! Call me a full-time mechanic
I come with plenty nuts & bolts to keep the bed planted
Take my number, I'll lay the pipe
Make sure your plumbing is good
A carpenter, I got that lumber
Case you need that extra wood
Say My Name, I wish you would
Louder than Beyonce
Sex on Sunday seems like a fun way to get down
I'll have the headboard banging like this beat do
(Look around) Look around, all I see is clowns
You see it, too
So call your friends, tell them you're leaving right now
Chunk up the deuce, but you're a dime
Why? So all of them can see that

Girl you finer than a motherfucker
Hey, what your name is
Spit your game, shake that thang, who your man is
I want to give you the business, right now
Can I come take you to the crib, right now
Girl you finer than a motherfucker
Hey, what your name is
Spit your game, shake that thang, who your man is
I want to give you the business, right now
Can I come take you to the crib, right now



Credits
Writer(s): Brenton Michael Barge
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