Finer Things - Kamaiyah

Come right here, deep pockets, lil' bitch They be like, "Who that? Who that?" It's the motherfucker with the strap Lay 'em down one by one if these suckers don't pay the tax I can never fuck with a broke bitch unless they bring the scratch Hoppin' out the '64, golden D's and the Kangol hat There ain't no politickin' so don't you come my way Ain't no dealin' with bitches who can't even hold their own weight I'm like a lion in the jungle, better yet a gorilla My mind is twisted from all the bullshit that I done witnessed I never step foot out the crib without my nine-millimeter A dosage of paranoia 'cause partner, these streets will eat ya I done seen too many players fall victim up to the game Some forget that this is chess and not checkers, so plot your way I used to dream 'bout the finer things Takin' my mama out the hood, whippin' wooden grains But now I'm whippin' on a new one every single day Pourin' the Ace of Spades, swimmin' in champagne, couple pinky rings I used to dream 'bout the finer things Takin' my mama out the hood, whippin' wooden grains But now I'm whippin' on a new one every single day Pourin' the Ace of Spades, swimmin' in champagne, couple pinky rings I'm on the move, sucker niggas thinkin' we cool I'm gettin' money from Killa Cali to Baton Rouge Y'all can't even get on my level, you niggas minuscule Hangin' on my nutsack, cousin, you really pitiful I'm in the six trey, contemplatin' a payday Puffin' the ghetty green, put a bitch on like I'm Ray J You see this pimpin' but deep inside of my veins Cold-blooded young bitch breaker, keep a distance from these lames, uh I used to dream 'bout the finer things Takin' my mama out the hood, whippin' wooden grains But now I'm whippin' on a new one every single day Pourin' the Ace of Spades, swimmin' in champagne, couple pinky rings I used to dream 'bout the finer things Takin' my mama out the hood, whippin' wooden grains But now I'm whippin' on a new one every single day Pourin' the Ace of Spades, swimmin' in champagne, couple pinky rings

I'm all about the Benjamins, ain't I? I be runnin' to these shows and ain't never had the stage fright Freak them hoes on the late night, ayy And in the daylight, gotta get my cake right Ain't about nothin', then we can't vibe To be around me, a nigga gotta have a great mind This four-five not a eight-five And wavin' four fingers, then that pussy nigga ain't mine I got up out them streets, ayy And got focused on the cheese For me, my brother did a seven-piece For them licks I owe that nigga еverything I ain't nothin' like you bitches, I'm a G This sеven-letter ain't a fuckin' P You bitches servin' pussy for a fee, brother please That could never be me Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday Hit me if it's urgent, everyday I'm workin' Friday, Saturday, grindin' into Sunday Everyday I'm hustlin' I be gettin' money Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday Hit me if it's urgent, everyday I'm workin' Friday, Saturday, grindin' into Sunday Everyday I'm hustlin' I be gettin' money Speakin' on me won't make your situation better Glad I don't quit, compared to me, don't never measure If she talkin' pressure, know I'm with whatever Goin' undefeated, I'm a heavyweight stepper Your mama raised a hoe, and my mama raised a hustler Thinkin' we the same is what you really had me fucked up I don't knock the hoes, baby girl, I'm just not one While I got my nuts up, you was gettin' knocked up, ayy It's only bands, brother, only bands Lil' bitch, you scared to hustle, so you got a OnlyFans Out here doin' numbers, watch me hit the rollie dance Independently funded, and they needin' no advance Don't hate on me, I been grindin' through the week No days off, no sleep I'm pushin' those foreign keys L-I-T Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday Hit me if it's urgent, everyday I'm workin' Friday, Saturday, grindin' into Sunday Everyday I'm hustlin' I be gettin' money Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday Hit me if it's urgent, everyday I'm workin' Friday, Saturday, grindin' into Sunday Everyday I'm hustlin' I be gettin' money