Finesse
We gone get that money
Alright yeah
We gone get that
I be flexing finessing
Know I be running up a check
I be getting that paper
Me and all my niggas gone be next
I be flexing finessing
Know I be running up a check
I be getting that paper
Me and all My niggas gone be next
Yeah
Next up
Best dressed up
I just wanna get dressed up
Kind of feel like the best of
Kind of feel like I'm next up
Meditate get my rest up
Y'all drink to get messed up
Show improve no check up
Know my roots no quest love
My niggas pull up sending shots at yo fitted
All of my niggas been down to go get it
Imma go get it
Popeye on the spinach
Lock eyes when he in it
He die every minute
We boutta go crazy (bouta go crazy)
Y'all need to pay me (y'all need to pay me)
You niggas who played me
Niggas who played me
You niggas crazy yeah
I'm laughing all the way to the bank
Laugh at all you niggas who can't
Flow like I'm surrounded by paint
Flow like I'm surrounded by lakes
Felt like I was surrounded by fakes
Patience on the grind like I skate
Night shift on the grind like always
I know all the time that it take
Tip toeing on a beat
You niggas gone be mad
I'm laughing to bank
The real money in the back
Chuckle at the ones who say I can't
I always get it back
Staying elevated
Cuz my power is unmatched
I be
I be flexing finessing (aye aye)
Know I be running up a check
I be getting that paper
Me and all my niggas gone be next
I be flexing finessing (ooo yeah)
Know I be running up a check
I be getting that paper
Me and all My niggas gone be next
Uhh okay
I get paid to come outside
Don't need no perc's to come alive
My shooters strapped like Taliban
I think you gone need more than one
This Gucci not no Calvin Klein
Yes I'm with it she the prize
She said she down to fuck the guys
My life a movie televised
Icey watch yeah turn me up
Hundred knots yea turn me up
Bitch I'm hot yeah turn me up
Scratch the lot yeah burn it up
Big Moon rock I light it up
Got big knots I'm counting up
Chasing that bag you lounging up
Can't beef with me you ain't got enough
I be flexing finessing (aye aye)
Know I be running up a check
I be getting that paper
Me and all my niggas gone be next
I be flexing finessing
Know I be running up a check
I be getting that paper
Me and all My niggas gone be next
Yeah
Alright yeah
We gone get that
I be flexing finessing
Know I be running up a check
I be getting that paper
Me and all my niggas gone be next
I be flexing finessing
Know I be running up a check
I be getting that paper
Me and all My niggas gone be next
Yeah
Next up
Best dressed up
I just wanna get dressed up
Kind of feel like the best of
Kind of feel like I'm next up
Meditate get my rest up
Y'all drink to get messed up
Show improve no check up
Know my roots no quest love
My niggas pull up sending shots at yo fitted
All of my niggas been down to go get it
Imma go get it
Popeye on the spinach
Lock eyes when he in it
He die every minute
We boutta go crazy (bouta go crazy)
Y'all need to pay me (y'all need to pay me)
You niggas who played me
Niggas who played me
You niggas crazy yeah
I'm laughing all the way to the bank
Laugh at all you niggas who can't
Flow like I'm surrounded by paint
Flow like I'm surrounded by lakes
Felt like I was surrounded by fakes
Patience on the grind like I skate
Night shift on the grind like always
I know all the time that it take
Tip toeing on a beat
You niggas gone be mad
I'm laughing to bank
The real money in the back
Chuckle at the ones who say I can't
I always get it back
Staying elevated
Cuz my power is unmatched
I be
I be flexing finessing (aye aye)
Know I be running up a check
I be getting that paper
Me and all my niggas gone be next
I be flexing finessing (ooo yeah)
Know I be running up a check
I be getting that paper
Me and all My niggas gone be next
Uhh okay
I get paid to come outside
Don't need no perc's to come alive
My shooters strapped like Taliban
I think you gone need more than one
This Gucci not no Calvin Klein
Yes I'm with it she the prize
She said she down to fuck the guys
My life a movie televised
Icey watch yeah turn me up
Hundred knots yea turn me up
Bitch I'm hot yeah turn me up
Scratch the lot yeah burn it up
Big Moon rock I light it up
Got big knots I'm counting up
Chasing that bag you lounging up
Can't beef with me you ain't got enough
I be flexing finessing (aye aye)
Know I be running up a check
I be getting that paper
Me and all my niggas gone be next
I be flexing finessing
Know I be running up a check
I be getting that paper
Me and all My niggas gone be next
Yeah
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Writer(s): Rickie Carley
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