Finer Thingz - Fat Trel

I go crazy with my…

Finest bitch

Where you find this bitch

That’s my finest bitch

Any sign of the police nigga

Ay, gang

All that money bring to finer things

All the necklaces, all the diamond rings

I go crazy with my finest bitch

Buy her Gucci, buy her Louis, that designer shit

Money in and out the mansion like the bunny ran

If polices pull us over, stuff our underpants

Got the act and make it rain, I’m the thunder man

Call my brother and we keep that shit one hundred man

Just another day, my block no flee

Police rolled up like five six deep nigga

Hands on the wall, nigga spread yo feet nigga

Bang bang bang, Skeet skeet skeet

Big fall, all fall deep in the jeep

Night time switch it up, choppa game on fleek

Nigga you ain’t never here, never watch my sleep nigga

Got the riches runnin in by the flea nigga

Flip a pack, send it back last week nigga

No feast 16, free street nigga

Pent house say BBC nigga

Double back, fuck that delete nigga

You try, you die, you weak nigga

No 945 could see nigga

Fuck a beat, I was raised in the street nigga

Young nigga got paid in the street nigga

I can remember just back in the day

I was a youngin just packin the tray

Walk with my bitch and we hop on the train

Toting the glick, cause I walk with a dane

Police is hawkin, remember my name

We do no talkin, no coughin up names

If you get hit with this snitch and this pendant

We gon go crazy like fuck the beginnin

All that money bring to finer things

All the necklaces, all the diamond rings

I go crazy with my finest bitch

Buy her Gucci, buy her Louis, that designer shit

Money in and out the mansion like the bunny ran

If polices pull us over, stuff our underpants

Got the act and make it rain, I’m the thunder man

Call my brother and we keep that shit one hundred man

Nigga just another day, we the slutty boy gang

Got phone blowing up, pussy pullin on my chain

Nigga word to the dead who ain’t ever said names

She gon fuck with us for the money and the fame

Black Maybach with the strap switch lanes

All the hoes I fuck, I could never be a lame

Double mg, gettin head on the plane

I remember when I used to fuck hoes on the train

Black four fifth, that’s an S.I.G

Shoot a nigga in the face, no case I. D

Hit em in the shit, real swift I leave

Nigga we ain’t ever low, so come try me

Blue face hundreds, and the pig fake figures

And my bitch ain’t fuckin if you niggas ain’t trigga

Beef in the streets, man I know you ain’t with it

I shoot a nigga dead, nigga you ain’t ever did it

Bitch real bad, nigga you ain’t ever hit it

You was quiet in the classroom and I ain’t pay attention

Big four, all 33, no pimpin

Two hoes in the kitchen, nigga I’m Jack Tripper

Bitch so bad nigga you ain’t ever hit it

You was quiet in the classroom and I ain’t pay attention

Big four, all 33, no pimpin

Two hoes in the kitchen, nigga I’m Jack Tripper

All that money bring to finer things

All the necklaces, all the diamond rings

I go crazy with my finest bitch

Buy her Gucci, buy her Louis, that designer shit

Money in and out the mansion like the bunny ran

If polices pull us over, stuff our underpants

Got the act and make it rain, I’m the thunder man

Call my brother and we keep that shit one hundred man