Finessin
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Flexin', they know I'm flexin'
Niggas know I'm flexin', they know I'm flexin'
I'm buyin' all these clothes 'cause I'm straight finessin'
Roll kush blunts and I start a session
Ending in a second, it's gone get reckless
Pop a couple x's and send some texts
I just love my money and scream fuck my exes
Smokin' turn me up, I hate feelin' regular
I'm thumbin' through that check 'cause I'm straight finessin' (Go, go, go, go)
On these hoes I'm flexin', they know I'm flexin'
I'm flexin' on these hoes that thought I was nothing
Now that I'm something these hoes comin'
I'm smokin' on that compton and holdin' hundreds
Gucci on my face, Louie on my belt (Gucci)
Shoes and expensive shoes man I need some help
Man I love my money with her conceited self
I'm givin' flexin' classes if you need some help
I got it all from nothing them commas comin'
If a nigga play, put them choppers on him
I got it all from nothing them commas comin'
I give a bitch nothing that's why I love her
Niggas know I'm flexin', they know I'm flexin'
I'm buyin' all these clothes 'cause I'm straight finessin'
Roll kush blunts and I start a session
Ending in a second, its gone get reckless
Pop a couple x's and send some texts
I just love my money and scream fuck my exes
Smokin' turn me up, I hate feelin' regular
I'm thumbin' through that check 'cause I'm straight finessin'
Flexin', they know I'm flexin'
Niggas know I'm flexin', they know I'm flexin'
I'm buyin' all these clothes 'cause I'm straight finessin'
Roll kush blunts and I start a session
Ending in a second, it's gone get reckless
Pop a couple x's and send some texts
I just love my money and scream fuck my exes
Smokin' turn me up, I hate feelin' regular
I'm thumbin' through that check 'cause I'm straight finessin' (Go, go, go, go)
On these hoes I'm flexin', they know I'm flexin'
I'm flexin' on these hoes that thought I was nothing
Now that I'm something these hoes comin'
I'm smokin' on that compton and holdin' hundreds
Gucci on my face, Louie on my belt (Gucci)
Shoes and expensive shoes man I need some help
Man I love my money with her conceited self
I'm givin' flexin' classes if you need some help
I got it all from nothing them commas comin'
If a nigga play, put them choppers on him
I got it all from nothing them commas comin'
I give a bitch nothing that's why I love her
Niggas know I'm flexin', they know I'm flexin'
I'm buyin' all these clothes 'cause I'm straight finessin'
Roll kush blunts and I start a session
Ending in a second, its gone get reckless
Pop a couple x's and send some texts
I just love my money and scream fuck my exes
Smokin' turn me up, I hate feelin' regular
I'm thumbin' through that check 'cause I'm straight finessin'
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Writer(s): Chief Keef
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