Finer Things
Boutta tap in wit bro
She can't even talk through the phone
How you gon' do it when I'm home?
I can see they scared like crows
Take one then we fly away
I'll show you all kinds of things
I got all these diamond rings
She wanna see the finer things
Wake up, I don't gotta check in
Push to start, already got it revvin'
Down low, now you need direction
Fame coming, but it didn't set in
I'm not letting' them in
So go on, get to stepping
No board game, we gon' check him
Got all my songs perfected
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I bring it down like this, see these hits, oh
I don't gotta talk like, oh
She gon' top me all night, woah-oh
We gon' kick it if it's real
Give a fuck 'bout how they feel
You was fake just like a drill
Say "I want it", then I will
Drop the top and grab the wheel
Why I'm poppin' all these pills
It's been a long time in it, but I won't look back
No I can't go back to the way that it was
I know they just say that shit because, yeah
Boutta tap in wit bro
She can't even talk through the phone
How you gon' do it when I'm home?
I can see they scared like crows
Take one then we fly away
I'll show you all kinds of things
I got all these diamond rings
She wanna see the finer things
How I get it poppin', I'ma hop in, they not stoppin', yeah
Took off like a rocket, but I'm dropping, will I be okay?
They can't even top it if they wanted, gotta keep away
I hop in the mosh pit, suicide pit, just keep me in shape
Might buy her Chanel
Really doin' magic in this bitch, can't even spell
I don't even wanna see that bitch, ain't talkin' shell
You was out there wishing for it all, now you not well
Hop on I hear bells, we gon' give 'em hell
In this life I'm movin' by myself, that's how I excel
I been doing well, want that good smoke, I inhale
We just got in two new packs, they sayin' "what's that smell?"
Now I don't tap in wit hoes
Too focused on the flows
They cold like snow, get that on the low
Boutta tap in wit bro
She can't even talk through the phone
How you gon' do it when I'm home?
I can see they scared like crows
Take one then we fly away
I'll show you all kinds of things
I got all these diamond rings
She wanna see the finer things
I got all these diamond rings
She wanna see the finer things
She can't even talk through the phone
How you gon' do it when I'm home?
I can see they scared like crows
Take one then we fly away
I'll show you all kinds of things
I got all these diamond rings
She wanna see the finer things
Wake up, I don't gotta check in
Push to start, already got it revvin'
Down low, now you need direction
Fame coming, but it didn't set in
I'm not letting' them in
So go on, get to stepping
No board game, we gon' check him
Got all my songs perfected
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I bring it down like this, see these hits, oh
I don't gotta talk like, oh
She gon' top me all night, woah-oh
We gon' kick it if it's real
Give a fuck 'bout how they feel
You was fake just like a drill
Say "I want it", then I will
Drop the top and grab the wheel
Why I'm poppin' all these pills
It's been a long time in it, but I won't look back
No I can't go back to the way that it was
I know they just say that shit because, yeah
Boutta tap in wit bro
She can't even talk through the phone
How you gon' do it when I'm home?
I can see they scared like crows
Take one then we fly away
I'll show you all kinds of things
I got all these diamond rings
She wanna see the finer things
How I get it poppin', I'ma hop in, they not stoppin', yeah
Took off like a rocket, but I'm dropping, will I be okay?
They can't even top it if they wanted, gotta keep away
I hop in the mosh pit, suicide pit, just keep me in shape
Might buy her Chanel
Really doin' magic in this bitch, can't even spell
I don't even wanna see that bitch, ain't talkin' shell
You was out there wishing for it all, now you not well
Hop on I hear bells, we gon' give 'em hell
In this life I'm movin' by myself, that's how I excel
I been doing well, want that good smoke, I inhale
We just got in two new packs, they sayin' "what's that smell?"
Now I don't tap in wit hoes
Too focused on the flows
They cold like snow, get that on the low
Boutta tap in wit bro
She can't even talk through the phone
How you gon' do it when I'm home?
I can see they scared like crows
Take one then we fly away
I'll show you all kinds of things
I got all these diamond rings
She wanna see the finer things
I got all these diamond rings
She wanna see the finer things
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Writer(s): Noah Paul
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