Yeah, finesse
Jesse Owens on the, on the track, track, track
Skrrt, pull up in a 'Vette
Skrrt, pull up in a 'Vette
I ain't worried 'bout these hoes, I'm tryna get the gwalla
I'm just runnin' to the money like I'm Zoey Dollaz
That ain't molly in your swisher, boy you smoking flocka
Put that forty to your eye and I'ma Fetty Wap you
I be fresh, I be rocking Gucci, Louis, Prada
I'm from Gifford, yeah I grew up with them ****ing robbers
Ooh, finesse, finesse
Jesse Owens, I be running up the check, the check
I know you want me baby girl don't try to flex, try to flex
Just keep it real, you like the way that I finesse
Finessin', finessin'
Everywhere I go I keep the Smith and Wesson
Finessin', finessin'
Road running to the money, I'm progressing
Ooh, finesse
My ex bitch hate me, say she wish we never met
**** a Jag, skrrt, pull up in a jet
And I got gold all on my neck, that's why I flex
I was road runnin', tryna get that cash in every way
JGreen told me it was time to eat, I went to grab a plate
If you owe me, ain't no buckin', pussy boy you better pay
You moving slow, I like my money fast, lil nigga ándale
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 one K
I be flexing and finessing, I be gleeming in your face
You won't really light that shit right there
'cause that shit there ain't weight, hold up
Ooh, finesse, finesse
Baking soda got me runnin' up a check, up a check
I know you want me girl but put that shit to rest
Ain't tryna talk to you if it ain't 'bout a check
Eight hundred K, I'm almost at a mil
They still ain't call me, tryna sign me for a deal
That shit you rap 'bout, we be doing that shit for real
You rap about the streets but we hot shit for real
I'm a road runner, baby you can call me Eminem
That's your boo thing, she be sucking on me like a mint
Bitch I'm with the 90's baby, sauce dripping like a sink
She a freak, I like how she bend it over, touch her feet
She a freak, I like how she bend it over, touch her feet
Ooh, finesse, finesse
Baking soda got me runnin' up a check, up a check
I got gold all on my wrist and on my neck, all up on my neck
She call me Robin 'cause I'm flyer than a jet, than a jet
Ooh, finesse, finesse
Baking soda got me runnin' up a check, up a check
I got gold all on my wrist and on my neck, all up on my neck
She call me Robin 'cause I'm flyer than a jet, than a jet
[00:01.70]Yeah, finesse
[00:04.20]Jesse Owens on the, on the track, track, track
[00:08.45]Skrrt, pull up in a 'Vette
[00:13.04]Skrrt, pull up in a 'Vette
[00:14.49]I ain't worried 'bout these hoes, I'm tryna get the gwalla
[00:17.77]I'm just runnin' to the money like I'm Zoey Dollaz
[00:21.13]That ain't molly in your swisher, boy you smoking flocka
[00:24.50]Put that forty to your eye and I'ma Fetty Wap you
[00:34.87]I be fresh, I be rocking Gucci, Louis, Prada
[00:38.10]I'm from Gifford, yeah I grew up with them ****ing robbers
[00:42.65]Ooh, finesse, finesse
[00:45.25]Jesse Owens, I be running up the check, the check
[00:48.47]I know you want me baby girl don't try to flex, try to flex
[00:51.84]Just keep it real, you like the way that I finesse
[00:55.61]Finessin', finessin'
[00:58.79]Everywhere I go I keep the Smith and Wesson
[01:02.38]Finessin', finessin'
[01:05.54]Road running to the money, I'm progressing
[01:09.99]Ooh, finesse
[01:12.28]My ex bitch hate me, say she wish we never met
[01:15.82]**** a Jag, skrrt, pull up in a jet
[01:19.15]And I got gold all on my neck, that's why I flex
[01:22.00]I was road runnin', tryna get that cash in every way
[01:25.32]JGreen told me it was time to eat, I went to grab a plate
[01:28.60]If you owe me, ain't no buckin', pussy boy you better pay
[01:31.96]You moving slow, I like my money fast, lil nigga ándale
[01:35.82]Why you acting like a stranger, girl I thought you were my bae
[01:39.20]I ain't asking for too much, lil bougie keep that shit one K
[01:42.61]I be flexing and finessing, I be gleeming in your face
[01:46.09]You won't really light that shit right there
[01:48.51]'cause that shit there ain't weight, hold up
[01:51.38]Ooh, finesse, finesse
[01:53.98]Baking soda got me runnin' up a check, up a check
[01:56.57]I know you want me girl but put that shit to rest
[02:00.51]Ain't tryna talk to you if it ain't 'bout a check
[02:04.44]Eight hundred K, I'm almost at a mil
[02:07.45]They still ain't call me, tryna sign me for a deal
[02:10.78]That shit you rap 'bout, we be doing that shit for real
[02:14.15]You rap about the streets but we hot shit for real
[02:17.27]I'm a road runner, baby you can call me Eminem
[02:20.33]That's your boo thing, she be sucking on me like a mint
[02:27.30]Bitch I'm with the 90's baby, sauce dripping like a sink
[02:30.88]She a freak, I like how she bend it over, touch her feet
[02:37.52]She a freak, I like how she bend it over, touch her feet
[02:46.04]Ooh, finesse, finesse
[02:48.79]Baking soda got me runnin' up a check, up a check
[02:51.92]I got gold all on my wrist and on my neck, all up on my neck
[02:55.26]She call me Robin 'cause I'm flyer than a jet, than a jet
[02:59.00]Ooh, finesse, finesse
[03:02.36]Baking soda got me runnin' up a check, up a check
[03:05.68]I got gold all on my wrist and on my neck, all up on my neck
[03:08.99]She call me Robin 'cause I'm flyer than a jet, than a jet