FINER THAN A MF Lyrics

CTD

She Chasin Them Dollas

Might call me daddy, But I ain't her fadda

Stepped up my game, U know that I gotta

Don't Gotta ask, U know that i got ya

Rocking designer, Dolce and Prada

She Finer Than a MF

Stare in her eyes when I'm inside her

She Finer Than a MF

Last one was cool, But this one is hotter

She Finer Than a MF

Style one of a kind, But she got a lotta

She Finer Than a MF

Get holla'd at by lots of guys

Goddess fine, So I'm not surprised

Put her to sleep like rock-a-bye

Pussy real sweet like Chocolate Thai

Thai or Hibachi, We eat shrimp and lobster

Shorty move smooth like a pimp or mobster

Know she bad when she see the posture

MVP harder than your whole roster

She a dope bitch, She fly, N her heart good

Finer than a MF, No make up, Face card good

I like em book smart, street smart and part hood

Type to run a business and still spark woods

Look like a ghetto Naomi Campbell and shit

Dime for real

Rocking designer, Dolce and Prada

She Finer Than a MF

Stare in her eyes when I'm inside her

She Finer Than a MF

Last one was cool, But this one is hotter

She Finer Than a MF

Style one of a kind, But she got a lotta

She Finer Than a MF