Don't Get Finessed
Im on my money I been like that
They say I'm ghost when I'm in my bag
Don't get finessed, you aint in like that
I want a tesla, I ain't in no jag
Smokin exotic it's in my pack
Gucci my toes, gucci my racks
My heart is cold, can't get attached
This ain't no cappin, I stick to the facts
You gettin cheese but you runnin with rats
I'm in the back and im thumbing my bands
I told your bitch that I'll call her right back
She know I'm ghost when I'm in my bag
Ya, ya
I get so ghost when I'm in my bag
I'm in the post and I feel like shaq
Watching the drip and you steal my swag
As if you was there when I peel my tag
They mention me and they been on my at
I was swiping really bussin em tags
Credit report really come in a pack
10k off an iphone, I could do it with my eyes closed
Umma do me like I'm rocko, I'm in the street like a pothole
Makaveli ghetto gospel, whats a henchmen to a honcho
Double my cup I don't want no xans
If you ask me I don't got no scams
Juggin so hard that my IP banned
Niggas talking like it might be bands
I been finessing you likely mad
Sell you a number it might be bad
Im on my money I been like that
They say I'm ghost when I'm in my bag
Don't get finessed, you aint in like that
I want a tesla, I ain't in no jag
Smokin exotic it's in my pack
Gucci my toes, gucci my racks
My heart is cold, can't get attached
This ain't no cappin, I stick to the facts
Forgiato I want rims like that, on moscato got ya bitch like that
If you really wanna chit like that, semi auto push ya wig right back
Leo Messi, got a kick like that, Michael Jordan, I don't miss like that
I'm counting money I rinse my pack
She doing her nails and her ass on fat
Burning exotic its gas on gas, suck on my slow baby not so fast
I'm in the hood baby I can't lack
I don't pour but im getting the acc'
20 bands tryna get it to crack
Late night I was hitting the mac's
Pre-paid gotta pen and pad
UPS come and send me the pack
Im on my money I been like that
They say I'm ghost when I'm in my bag
Don't get finessed, you ain't in like that
I want a tesla, I ain't in no jag
Smokin exotic it's in my pack
Gucci my toes, gucci my racks
My heart is cold, can't get attached
This ain't no cappin, I stick to the facts
They say I'm ghost when I'm in my bag
Don't get finessed, you aint in like that
I want a tesla, I ain't in no jag
Smokin exotic it's in my pack
Gucci my toes, gucci my racks
My heart is cold, can't get attached
This ain't no cappin, I stick to the facts
You gettin cheese but you runnin with rats
I'm in the back and im thumbing my bands
I told your bitch that I'll call her right back
She know I'm ghost when I'm in my bag
Ya, ya
I get so ghost when I'm in my bag
I'm in the post and I feel like shaq
Watching the drip and you steal my swag
As if you was there when I peel my tag
They mention me and they been on my at
I was swiping really bussin em tags
Credit report really come in a pack
10k off an iphone, I could do it with my eyes closed
Umma do me like I'm rocko, I'm in the street like a pothole
Makaveli ghetto gospel, whats a henchmen to a honcho
Double my cup I don't want no xans
If you ask me I don't got no scams
Juggin so hard that my IP banned
Niggas talking like it might be bands
I been finessing you likely mad
Sell you a number it might be bad
Im on my money I been like that
They say I'm ghost when I'm in my bag
Don't get finessed, you aint in like that
I want a tesla, I ain't in no jag
Smokin exotic it's in my pack
Gucci my toes, gucci my racks
My heart is cold, can't get attached
This ain't no cappin, I stick to the facts
Forgiato I want rims like that, on moscato got ya bitch like that
If you really wanna chit like that, semi auto push ya wig right back
Leo Messi, got a kick like that, Michael Jordan, I don't miss like that
I'm counting money I rinse my pack
She doing her nails and her ass on fat
Burning exotic its gas on gas, suck on my slow baby not so fast
I'm in the hood baby I can't lack
I don't pour but im getting the acc'
20 bands tryna get it to crack
Late night I was hitting the mac's
Pre-paid gotta pen and pad
UPS come and send me the pack
Im on my money I been like that
They say I'm ghost when I'm in my bag
Don't get finessed, you ain't in like that
I want a tesla, I ain't in no jag
Smokin exotic it's in my pack
Gucci my toes, gucci my racks
My heart is cold, can't get attached
This ain't no cappin, I stick to the facts
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Writer(s): Jahvel Beckles
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