Finer Thingz lyrics

I go crazy with my..
Finest b*tch
Where you find this b*tch
Thats my finest b*tch
Any sign of the police n*gga
Ay, gang

[Hook]
All that money bring to finer things
All the necklaces, all the diamond rings
I go crazy with my finest b*tch
Buy her Gucci, buy her Louis, that designer sh*t
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 sh*t one hundred man

[Verse: 1]
Just another day, my block no flee
Police rolled up like five six deep n*gga
Hands on the wall, n*gga spread yo feet n*gga
Bang bang bang, Skeet skeet skeet
Big fall, all fall deep in the jeep
Night time switch it up, choppa game on fleek
n*gga you ain't never here, never watch my sleep n*gga
Got the riches runnin in by the flea n*gga
Flip a pack, send it back last week n*gga
No feast 16, free street n*gga
Pent house say BBC n*gga
Double back, f*ck that delete n*gga
You try, you die, you weak n*gga
No 945 could see n*gga
f*ck a beat, i was raised in the street n*gga
Young n*gga got paid in the street n*gga
I can remember just back in the day
I was a youngin just packin the tray
Walk with my b*tch 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 f*ck the beginnin
[Hook]
All that money bring to finer things
All the necklaces, all the diamond rings
I go crazy with my finest b*tch
Buy her Gucci, buy her Louis, that designer sh*t
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 sh*t one hundred man

[Verse: 2}
n*gga just another day, we the sl*tty boy gang
Got phone blowing up, pus*y pullin on my chain
n*gga word to the dead who ain't ever said names
She gon f*ck with us for the money and the fame
Black Maybach with the strap switch lanes
All the hoes i f*ck, i could never be a lame
Double mg, gettin head on the plane
I remember when i used to f*ck hoes on the train
Black four fifth, thats an S.I.G
Shoot a n*gga in the face, no case I.D
Hit em in the sh*t, real swift i leave
n*gga we ain't ever low, so come try me
Blue face hundreds, and the pig fake figures
And my b*tch ain't f*ckin if you n*ggas ain't trigga
Beef in the streets, man i know you ain't with it
I shoot a n*gga dead, n*gga you ain't ever did it
b*tch real bad, n*gga 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, n*gga im Jack Tripper
b*tch so bad n*gga 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, n*gga im Jack Tripper
[Hook]
All that money bring to finer things
All the necklaces, all the diamond rings
I go crazy with my finest b*tch
Buy her Gucci, buy her Louis, that designer sh*t
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 sh*t one hundred man