Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Finer Things , by - Young Chop. Song from the album Still, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 27.10.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: ChopSquad
Song language: English
Finer Things |
| I want the finer things |
| I wanna ride foreign cars and rock designer jeans |
| I wanna see my whole squad on the top with me |
| Straight from the block with me |
| Money is everything, money is everything |
| Bitches don’t mean shit to me |
| Give a fuck 'bout nothin' but countin' these hundreds |
| Don’t show no sympathy |
| Y’all niggas gettin' money and your team ain’t stuntin' |
| That don’t make sense to me |
| Money is everything |
| I want the finer things, foreigns and designer jeans |
| I prefer the finer things, I’ve been sayin' I wanna go so much |
| Tryna work, she ain’t got no time for me |
| Look at her with a smirk like |
| «Bitch you nuts, you weren’t on the grind with me |
| Now you just wanna shine with me |
| I ain’t got no time for you, that’s why you ain’t got no time for me» |
| Bitch just last year I was dead-ass broke |
| Spittin' all these rhymes for free |
| You wasn’t on me then |
| Now I’m countin' these bands, hoes wanna spend time with me |
| Mama told me son when you get up, hoes gon' come after me |
| But bitches don’t mean shit to me |
| Got a fuck bro just to get to me |
| I want the finer things |
| I wanna ride foreign cars and rock designer jeans |
| I wanna see my whole squad on the top with me |
| Straight from the block with me |
| Money is everything, money is everything |
| Bitches don’t mean shit to me |
| Give a fuck 'bout nothin' but countin' these hundreds |
| Don’t show no sympathy |
| Y’all niggas gettin' money and your team ain’t stuntin' |
| That don’t make sense to me |
| Money is everything |
| I want the finer things, foreigns and designer jeans |
| I can’t show no sympathy |
| Spendin' all this guap, buy lil' bro a Glock to kill all my enemies |
| And I know you heard when them M’s come through |
| There go them frenemies, them niggas can’t even get near me |
| Unless you was in the field with me |
| And niggas wasn’t out here in the field with me |
| My niggas 100, I love my squad cause I know they gon' kill for me |
| And when I die, let them hatin' ass niggas come through |
| Cause I know they gon' feel for me |
| And my hoes get a kiss |
| Cause they know they’ll never meet a nigga as real as me |
| I’m the youngest and the realest and the hottest |
| With a style these niggas tryna steal from me, huh? |
| I want the finer things |
| I wanna ride foreign cars and rock designer jeans |
| I wanna see my whole squad on the top with me |
| Straight from the block with me |
| Money is everything, money is everything |
| Bitches don’t mean shit to me |
| Give a fuck 'bout nothin' but countin' these hundreds |
| Don’t show no sympathy |
| Y’all niggas gettin' money and your team ain’t stuntin' |
| That don’t make sense to me |
| Money is everything |
| I want the finer things, foreigns and designer jeans |