Oh aye finesse, Jesse Owen$ My mixtape drop that shit Shout out the OTL Oh aye finesse, Jesse Owen$ Jesse what up nigga? Killing em in the streets
I ain’t worried bout these hoes I’m tryna get the gwalla I just run into the money like I’m sowing dollars That ain’t Molly in your swisher boy you smoking flakka Put that 40 to your eye and I’m gon Fetty Wap you I go bussing after school they thought I had a chopper Had the police looking for me with a helicopter I be frank, I be rocking Gucci Louis Prada I’m from Glenfor yeah I grew up with the fucking robbers
Ooh, finesse, finesse Jesse Owen$ I be running up the check I know you want me baby girl don’t try to flex Try to fex and keep it real You like the way that I finesse Finessing, finessing Everywhere I go I keep the Smith and Wesson Finnesing, finessing We running to the money and progressing
Ooh finesse, my ace bitch hate me say she wish we never met Fuck a Jag, skrrt pull up in a jet And I got good on all my niggas that’s why I flex I will roll round tryna get the cash in every way Jay Green told me it was time to eat I went to grab a plate If you owe me ain’t no broke and pussy boy you better pay You moving slow I like my money fast lil nigga on delay Why you acting like a stranger girl I thought you were my bae I ain’t asking for too much lil bougie keep that shit okay I be flexing and finessing I be grueling in your face You don’t really like that shit right there cause that shit [?] hoe Ooh, finesse, finesse Baking soda got me writing all them checks Don’t pretend that you want me girl but put that shit the past Ain’t tryna talk to you I’m finna write a check Write a check, a hundred k I’m almost at a mil They still ain’t call me tryna sign me for a deal This shit you rap bout you be doing that shit for real You about writing the script but we act it for real Right now baby you can call me [?] It’s a good thing she be sucking on me like a meal Like a rogue chain hit the jeweller cost accumulate Bitch i’m waving 90s baby sauce dripping like a [?] She a freak I like how she bend that over touch her feet Bring it back, bust it open let me see that pretty thing She a freak I like how she bend that over touch her feet Bring it back, bust it open let me see that pretty thing
Ooh, finesse, finesse Baking soda got me writing up a check I got gold all on my wrist and on my neck She call me Robin cause I’m fly over the jet Ooh, finesse, finesse Baking soda got me writing up a check I got gold all on my wrist and on my neck She call me Robin cause I’m fly over the jet