Spice on the Track - Finessing lyrics

[Chorus: JRun] Finessing finessing finessing finessing finessing finessing Finessing finessing finessing finessing finessing finessing Finessing, finessing, finessing finessing Finessing, finessing, finessing finessing Finessing finessing finessing finessing finessing finessing Finessing finessing finessing finessing finessing finessing Finessing, finessing, finessing finessing Finessing, finessing, finessing finessing [Verse 1: C_Mufasa] Uh, flexing, finessing, he stressing, I'm repping, we flipping that check man Pulled out some bands and I threw it, and now she undressing Pissed on her face and I told her I'm blessing you know we not messing, uh Fishing for bands, we caught us a big one, I call it a blessing We them hot boys, we turning their heads and they all see us coming Straight A's on the rap game, we k**ing y'all boys can say that you flunking You got it confused: blah blah blah, something something something We bodying n***as, we counting 100s, we got the floor bumping I'm running the city, I'm on top, so call me Obama Got hit with a bat, he out on the stretcher, I'm causing that trauma Hop outta the bed, she cracking the eggs, say bye to my mama I ain't with the drama, long neck like a llama, check got ‘bout three commas [Chorus: JRun] Finessing finessing finessing finessing finessing finessing Finessing finessing finessing finessing finessing finessing Finessing, finessing, finessing finessing Finessing, finessing, finessing finessing Finessing finessing finessing finessing finessing finessing Finessing finessing finessing finessing finessing finessing Finessing, finessing, finessing finessing Finessing, finessing, finessing finessing [Verse 2: Spice on the Track] I just f**ed yo mama so you should call me fatha Hit you with that llama cuz I ain't with the drama I rock Balenziaga, got more bread then yo papa Hit you with that Chaka Khan, make you call a doctor All my shoes is gucci and y'all be rocking fucci Yo girl wanna do me, she feeling on my Louie I'm feeling on her booty, she throwing me the coochie b**h I got the Uzi, set this b**h off like Boosie Got that f**ing strap, boy I'm really with this sh**, boy Ask me where I'm at, I say smashing on your chick, boy Purping a** n***as always talking 'bout bricks I know y'all n***as lying, y'all be bummier than a b**h In yo own city you don't even get no love You wore that sh** twice get yo a** up in the tub n***a all we do is ball, call up Johnny for the lob n***a money ain't a prob, finessing is the job can't do no nine to five [Chorus: JRun] Finessing finessing finessing finessing finessing finessing Finessing finessing finessing finessing finessing finessing Finessing, finessing, finessing finessing Finessing, finessing, finessing finessing Finessing finessing finessing finessing finessing finessing Finessing finessing finessing finessing finessing finessing Finessing, finessing, finessing finessing Finessing, finessing, finessing finessing