Fat Trel - Finer Thingz lyrics

I go crazy with my.. Finest b**h Where you find this b**h Thats my finest b**h Any sign of the police n***a Ay, gang [Hook] All that money bring to finer things All the necklaces, all the diamond rings I go crazy with my finest b**h Buy her Gucci, buy her Louis, that designer sh** 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** one hundred man [Verse: 1] Just another day, my block no flee Police rolled up like five six deep n***a Hands on the wall, n***a spread yo feet n***a Bang bang bang, Skeet skeet skeet Big fall, all fall deep in the jeep Night time switch it up, choppa game on fleek n***a you ain’t never here, never watch my sleep n***a Got the riches runnin in by the flea n***a Flip a pack, send it back last week n***a No feast 16, free street n***a Pent house say BBC n***a Double back, f** that delete n***a You try, you die, you weak n***a No 945 could see n***a f** a beat, i was raised in the street n***a Young n***a got paid in the street n***a I can remember just back in the day I was a youngin just packin the tray Walk with my b**h 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** the beginnin [Hook] All that money bring to finer things All the necklaces, all the diamond rings I go crazy with my finest b**h Buy her Gucci, buy her Louis, that designer sh** 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** one hundred man [Verse: 2} n***a just anther day, we the s*utty boy gang Got phone blowing up, p**y pullin on my chain n***a word to the dead who ain’t ever said names She gon f** with us for the money and the fame Black Maybach with the strap switch lanes All the hoes i f**, i could never be a lame Double mg, gettin head on the plane I remember when i used to f** hoes on the train Black four fifth, thats an S.I.G Shoot a n***a in the face, no case I.D Hit em in the sh**, real swift i leave n***a we ain’t ever low, so come try me Blue face hundreds, and the pig fake figures And my b**h ain’t f**in if you n***as ain’t trigga Beef in the streets, man i know you ain’t with it I shoot a n***a dead, n***a you ain’t ever did it b**h real bad, n***a you ain’t ever hit it You was quiet in the cla**room and i ain’t pay attention Big four, all 33, no pimpin Two hoes in the kitchen, n***a im Jack Tripper b**h so bad n***a you ain’t ever hit it You was quiet in the cla**room and i ain’t pay attention Big four, all 33, no pimpin Two hoes in the kitchen, n***a 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**h Buy her Gucci, buy her Louis, that designer sh** 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** one hundred man