Finer Things Lyrics

Who's gonna own this business, huh

Backstabbing fucks that don't respect where they come from

After all the blood we put into this, y'all

You do what you gotta do with me, but you're gonna be in the war

Whether you like it or not

Let me finish what I started, but with enough juice this time to make it stick

I kill them all

They say you gon' make it, baby

I've been grinding now and later

I fill her up, plottin' on the big bucks

Bitch, I got em backseat bumpin'

She done got that munchies the za got her upset

I done got the double beds

Her and her friend, they gotta butt yea

Henny in my cup roll my Runtz yea

I need a amber rose , I like sluts yea'

It's a new phone, ready to drop my next hit

Bitch, what you say

I got old ways

I got them on four way

I woke up to four plays

Bitch, forever dreams like I'm Rosay

Baby, don't get messy

I ain't see your message

Ima let that bread talk

Local niggas ain't got no sauce

I done took too many losses

I'm a boss

I done took too many losses

Got a win

Tunnel vision locked in

Cutting off my friends

I ain't taking no shorts

I got up again

I don't know if you know, but I'm on the hen

I ain't giving my soul up

I ain't never sober

I say, please don't make my drink with no soda

They like Facebook, how I know you

I've been plotting on the win

All these racks on my radar

I got no heart, like I'm Adolf

I got hoop dreams , ballin' like I'm in a playoffs

That's for my haters

Counting another check, yeah

Pop another X whoa

Counting up a blue check

Trapping out the metro

Take another shot, yeah

35, just to swim on my block, yeah

I want 2 a zip

I want 24 a week

Nigga, love to hate on my sound, but they know my shit elite

I pop X and I go rounds

She keep squirting on my sheets

Bitches, you gon' hold me down if they take me out these streets

I say, hell nah

I done seen it all

Yeah, I keep flexing on my haters

I just stand tall

You got a way that we can make it

Just keep me involved

One day, I just woke up in space

I can see the stars

I'm really on Mars

I drink foreign cars

I turn the tune on

I put my crew on

Hope they don't do wrong

I get the energy in my system

I make new songs

I keep these bitches in they feelings

I get new hoes

Bitch, I'm going all the way

I can't make it make sense

I've been in the basement

Yeah, bitch, I'm going all the way

Bitch, I'm going all the way

I ain't got no time to play

I just want to finer things

By the day you get finer

I just want to put you in designer

Oh

I just want to put you in design

By the day you get fine

Oh

I just want to put you in design