Finessin

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One thing about me

I know how to get it out the mud n**ga

Fly sh*t only

Rags to riches

I ain't looking back

Yeah

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We global now n**ga

Paying dues

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We went from rags to riches

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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 b**ch who can take the dick

Got a gutter b**ch 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 n**ga some oatmeal

Sell a n**ga some horse feed

Cashing out for a hundred pounds

Sell a n**ga some A 1

I'll cook it up for you right now

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Credit card my swipe game

I strike off like lightning

F**k 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

N**ga 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 n**ga is Ferragamo in public

High top Margiela's

Thousand dollars for a sweater

Money talk no pressure

Everything disrespectful

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