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

******* with them models, eating su******* 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


Ballin' in this *******, I put my partners up

Tie you up and make you call your baby mama's phone

Tell that ******* to bring that bag, oh lord we need that bag

Xannies in a plastic bag, call that a sleeping bag

On MLK in a Bugatti, I feel free at last

Percocets, molly and syrup, I got PMS

Chillin' with your ******* watchin' First 48

And I still got that Act, you know I love the taste

And I let her hit the J, and I let her call me bae

And I let her call you back, just to get that out the way

Then she hang up in your face, then I get it on her face

And I teach her how to skate cause I skate, I'm straight...




Finessin', finessin', I be finessin




Remix, baby




Im up right now, yeah

Mula


Tunechi, Baby E. on the track, yeah


And me I'm on


Me I'm on, I'm just on my finesse *******t


I'm just on my finesse *******t, finesse *******t


Hit the streets in my best *******t, my fresh *******t


Kill this beat, I molest it, impressed it


Oh my God I'm finessin'




Finessin', finessin', I be finessin


Finessin', finessin', I be finessin


Finessin', finessin', I be finessin


Finessin', finessin', I be finessin