Young Chop - Finer Things lyrics

[Produced by Young Chop] [Hook: Lil Herb] I want the finer things I wanna ride foreign cars and rock designer jeans I wanna see my whole squad on the top with me Straight from the block with me Money is everything, money is everything b**hes don't mean sh** to me Give a f** 'bout nothin' but countin' these hundreds Don't show no sympathy Y'all n***as gettin' money and your team ain't stuntin' That don't make sense to me Money is everything I want the finer things, foreigns and designer jeans [Verse 1: Lil Herb] I prefer the finer things, I've been sayin' I wanna go so much Tryna work, she ain't got no time for me Look at her with a smirk like "b**h you nuts, you weren't on the grind with me Now you just wanna shine with me I ain't got no time for you, that's why you ain't got no time for me" b**h just last year I was dead-a** broke Spittin' all these rhymes for free You wasn't on me then Now I'm countin' these bands, hoes wanna spend time with me Mama told me son when you get up, hoes gon' come after me But b**hes don't mean sh** to me Got a f** bro just to get to me [Hook: Lil Herb] [Verse 2: Lil Herb] I can't show no sympathy Spendin' all this guap, buy lil' bro a Glock to k** all my enemies And I know you heard when them M's come through There go them frenemies, them n***as can't even get near me Unless you was in the field with me And n***as wasn't out here in the field with me My n***as 100, I love my squad cause I know they gon' k** for me And when I die, let them hatin' a** n***as come through Cause I know they gon' feel for me And my hoes get a kiss Cause they know they'll never meet a n***a as real as me I'm the youngest and the realest and the hottest With a style these n***as tryna steal from me, huh? [Hook: Lil Herb]