FINE-FINE ft. Jake Santana Lyrics

Ladies, it's that time once again, you know what I'm sayin'?

All my 404, 770 girls, stand up (Yuki Productions)

(Hello?)

All my 682 and my 817 girls, too

We gon' have us a time tonight, baby

Hell yeah, come on

Can I say this honestly?

You all on my body, I don't want you to come off of me (What else?)

Dark skin, hair did, body tea

This Malibu gon' talk to me, it's saying you're the one for me (What else?)

Oh, you FINE fine

Face card can't decline, purchase hit like every time

Perfect tens across the board, bae, you a fine dime

I'm thinkin' I might take you out this club and show you how we turn shit up

Uh, shawty made her bag from shakin' ass, she fuck it up

And we all know lil' mama bad, them Prada bags just not enough

Man, this shit gettin' outta hand, you fucked my shawty, you outta luck

At this point, don't gotta ask what side I'm off from, just throw it up

She like to put that shit on, she make niggas drop bags on her fashion

She from the north, I'm from the south, she told me that she like my accent

I like yours, too, but y'all built different where you from, y'all got some asses

She got a drop of liquor inside her system, now on that table dancin'

I know she can make that bag, that ain't no problem for lil' mama

She call a nigga who down bad for that lil' pussy, he drop commas

She gon' ask why I don't trick, I tell that bitch I don't spend nada

I'm way too gangsta, you can catch me hangin' out the car with shottas

That hoe ain't seein' me, she at UNT blowin' me like TNT

And her phone on DND, that's a nigga callin', steady askin' bout where she be

That nigga might crash out if he check her IG and see her sucking D

She checkin' for double C's, Prada, CDG's, slimin' niggas with SRTs

Bad bitch, she so down for me

She do what I say, she speed shit up and slow shit down for me

She gon' blast that Sexxy Red in the whip then go pound town with me (yeoom)

She go round for round with me and she gon' bust it down for me

Like that, that, that, that

Just like that, that, that, that

just like that, that, that, that, just like that

(Come on, mama)

Show these bitches why you act the way you act, act, act, act

Like that, that, that, that,

Just like that, that, that, that, just like that

Go ahead, throw it back, (gon' head, then)

Can I say this honestly?

You all on my body, I don't want you to come off of me (What else? Hell yeah, what else?)

Dark skin, hair did, body tea

This Malibu gon' talk to me, it's saying you're the one for me (What else? Hell, yeah, what else, mama? )

Oh, you FINE fine

Face card can't decline, purchase hit like every time

Perfect tens across the board, bae, you a fine dime

Girl, you a fine dime

I'm thinkin' I might take you out this club and show you how we turn shit up

(I'm thinkin' I might take you out this club and show you how we turn shit up)