Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Finessin, artist - Future. Album song FBG The Movie, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 04.11.2014
Record label: Covers
Song language: English
Finessin |
| One thing about me, I know how to get it out the mud nigga |
| Fly shit only |
| Rags to riches |
| I ain’t looking back |
| Yeah, F.B.G |
| We global now nigga |
| Paying dues |
| Finessin', Finessin', Finessin', Finessin', Finessin', Finessin' |
| Finessin', we came up from nothin' |
| Finessin', Finessin', Finessin', Finessin', Finessin', Finessin' |
| Finessin', we went from rags to riches |
| Whipping up that Frank Lucas, cooking up that Young Poochie |
| Beamer coup with a clear view, got 'Rari with the clear view |
| Trapped out, I’m on CNN, spaceship I done went to Mars |
| Gotta model bitch who can take the dick, got a gutter bitch who can take a |
| charge |
| Went to Paris on a weekday, and I’m coming back in a couple months |
| Everyday I wake up, I’m drinking lean, I’m smoking blunts |
| Dropped out of my high school, then I went and copped me a drop top |
| Got residue on my dreadlocks, my whole style unorthodox |
| Trading in my hand scale, started selling them big bells |
| 30 bricks by 30 bricks, I could sell a nigga some oatmeal |
| Sell a nigga some horse feed, cashing out for a hundred pounds |
| Sell a nigga some A-1, I’ll cook it up for you right now |
| Finessin', Finessin', Finessin', Finessin', Finessin', Finessin' |
| Finessin', we came up from nothin' |
| Finessin', Finessin', Finessin', Finessin', Finessin', Finessin' |
| Finessin', we went from rags to riches |
| Credit card my swipe game, I strike off like lightning |
| Fuck with me, my lick game, I’m hitting licks excite me |
| I’m taking off like MJ, my check game like Nike |
| Anytime I get that cash, that cash make me hyphy |
| I’m jumping off my products, stacking up my dollars |
| I stay chasing that guala, ain’t no turning up my collar |
| Represent my city, nigga want game gotta pay pesos |
| That pink inside my Styrofoam, got yellow bones on my iPhone |
| Running up like a treadmill, conversation gotta pay bills |
| Everything I wear nigga is Ferragamo in public |
| High top Margiela’s, thousand dollars for a sweater |
| Money talk no pressure, everything disrespectful |
| Finessin', Finessin', Finessin', Finessin', Finessin', Finessin' |
| Finessin', we came up from nothin' |
| Finessin', Finessin', Finessin', Finessin', Finessin', Finessin' |
| Finessin', we went from rags to riches |