finewine Lyrics

I told my team, this gon' be our year, Big mansion, chandeliers

All that shit gon' age like fine wine, we dont sip no beer

Bitch talkin' on a voicemail, I ain't tryna hear it

JetBlue, private flights, bitch, we ain't flyin' spirit

They just tryna get paid, tryna get on them private planes

Goddamn, I'm amazed, Why u hating on the comments & im still

I'm gettin' paid, yeah, its this or nothin', I ain't goin' back

No way, I ain't even trippin' bout her, you was cryin'

That's your main, you was jealous, I ain't worried, that's a goddamn shame

Bitch, you might as well call me Mr. racks, I'll never change

Death note in my pocket, yeah, I got a whole lotta names

And the bitch don't know my name, yeah, I'm laughin' to they bank

You gon' push us in the ocean, yeah, I'm swimmin' and you sank

Took a lil trip out the the city, & i seen what happened

fell in love with all these bitches like I never had them

Yeah, they lookin' at my bands, must've seen the pattern

Yeah, they lookin' at my fit, it dont even matter

And I'm gettin' all these bands, but it don't even matter

I might fuckin' leave, cause I been had her

Im tryna go to Mars, fuck it go to Saturn

She lookin' up at my fit, yeah, she see the pattern

(She lookin' up at my fit) yeah, she see the fit

And she see the bands

This the type of shit you can't understand

This the, this the type of shit you can't understand

This the, this the type of shit you can't understand

Understand, understand, understand

I Know I'm on top, you don't gotta say it

I told my team, we had to make it (ha!)

I see them laughin', we at it (ya)

Told them I don't give a shit (i dont)

I don't even gotta say nothin'

It's me and my team, that's it

I ain't even tryna flex on y'all, just showin' how Im livin

I told my team, this gon' be our year, Big mansion, chandeliers

All that shit gon' age like fine wine, we dont sip no beer

Bitch talkin' on a voicemail, I ain't tryna hear it

JetBlue, private flights, bitch, we ain't flyin' spirit!!