Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Finer Thingz, artist - Fat Trel. Album song SDMG 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 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 |