Lyrics

Yeah It's Baby E on the track Yeah Sing Trapping getting old so I've been moving weight Pigeons in the trunk, I'm on the interstate Made myself a plug, get it a 100 ways And I still got the act, you know I love the taste Spendin' dirty money at the gucci store Fucking with them models, eating sushi rolls She think I'm a rapper, get that groupie love Baby mama mad, she see me moving up On to bigger better things, bigger television screens That I'll never get to see, cus I'm to heavy in these streets I just blew a 100 thou, so I'm going out of town And Imma try to make it all right (Back) Finessin, finessin I be finessin Finessin, finessin I be finessin Finessin, finessin I be finessin Finessin, finessin I be finessin Jay get home in June and we can hardly wait Caught him with the work and sent him off to state Wanna play the game it's just a risk you take My doggie held it down, he never said a name Sorry my new bitches make you insecure Sorry for the party and the Swisher smoke No really I'm just kidding I don't give a fuck I'm glad it makes you mad to see the kid is up On to bigger better things, bigger television screens That I'll never get to see, cus I'm to heavy in these streets I just blew a 100 thou, so I'm going out of town And Imma try to make it all right (Back) Finessin, finessin I be finessin Finessin, finessin I be finessin Finessin, finessin I be finessin Finessin, finessin I be finessin I'm up right now, yeah I'm up right now, oh yeah I'm up right now, yeah I'm up right now, yeah I'm up right now, yeah I'm up right now, yeah I'm up right now, yeah I'm up right now, yeah Finessin, finessin I be finessin Finessin, finessin I be finessin Finessin, finessin I be finessin Finessin, finessin I be finessin
Writer(s): Ethan Lowery, Xandy Barry, Allan Edwards Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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