Future - Finessin lyrics

Future

Future [Nayvadius DeMun Wilburn] Atlanta, Georgia, U.S. 🇺🇸

[Future - Finessin lyrics]

One thing about me
I know how to get it out the mud nigga
Fly shit only rags to riches
I ain't looking back yeah, FBG
We global now nigga paying dues

Whipping up that Frank Lucas
Cooking up that Young Poochie
Beamer coup with a clear view
Got 'Rari with the clear view
Trapped out, I'm on CNN
Spaceship I done went to Mars
Gotta model bitch who can take the dick
Got a gutter bitch who can take a charge
Went to Paris on a weekday
And I'm coming back in a couple months
Everyday I wake up, I'm drinking lean
I'm smoking blunts

Dropped out of my high school
Then I went and copped me a drop top


Got residue on my dreadlocks
My whole style unorthodox
Trading in my hand scale
Started selling them big bells
30 bricks by 30 bricks
I could sell a nigga some oatmeal
Sell a nigga some horse feed
Cashing out for a hundred pounds
Sell a nigga some A-1
I'll cook it up for you right now

Credit card my swipe game
I strike off like lightning
Fuck with me, my lick game
I'm hitting licks excite me
I'm taking off like MJ
My check game like Nike
Anytime I get that cash
That cash make me hyphy
I'm jumping off my products
Stacking up my dollars

I stay chasing that guala
Ain't no turning up my collar
Represent my city
Nigga want game gotta pay pesos
That pink inside my Styrofoam
Got yellow bones on my iPhone
Running up like a treadmill
Conversation gotta pay bills
Everything I wear nigga is
Ferragamo in public high top Margiela's
Thousand dollars for a sweater
Money talk no pressure
Everything disrespectful

Finessin', Finessin', Finessin'
Finessin', Finessin', finessin'
Finessin', we came up from nothin'
Finessin', Finessin', Finessin'
Finessin', Finessin', finessin'
Finessin', we went from rags to riches

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