Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Finer Thingz , by - Fat Trel. Song from the album SDMG 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 27.06.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: 28
Song language: English
Finer Thingz |
| 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 |