Izaya Tiji - Finer Shit lyrics

Yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea
Yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea
Yea, yea, yea,  yea,  yea, yea, yea,  yea

I like finer shit
And I like designer shit, yea
Shooters on that shit, bullets
In yo body quick,  yea
Maaly rock in that phantom bitch, yea yea
Way too quick to let that camera hit
Talking bout money, I like to
Ponder it, yea, yea, yea
Talking bout money, I got my
Thumb in it, yea, yea, yea
She gon' twerk some for some hunnids, bitch
We like run it up, like ándale

(Dawn) yeah, lets go

I feel like Osama (Like Osama, yea)
I know he a goner (He a goner)
Yea in that cat, yea we get fucked up
I don't know
Oxy done put me in a whole different genre
'Cause if I'm layin' down
We might end up wetting his home
The fuck he think he put his hands on
Fucking with me, that boy gamblin'
Turn a nigga to a dead man
Turn a nigga to dead fed (Lets go)
I'ma think I need some xanax (Lets go)
I'm being honest
Fuck around spin on yo campus (Lets go)
No more second chances
These nigga life too rancid
She gon' drop her panties
Had to do that damage

Let's hit up Neiman's, I need
Amiri, Amiri, Amiri amiri, Amiri, Amiri
Amiri, Amiri, Amiri chanel, Chanel
Let's hit up Neiman's, 'cause I need
Amiri, Amiri, Amiri
Amiri, Amiri, Amiri, lets go
Let's hit up Neriman's, 'cause I need
Amiri, Amiri, Amiri (Chanel)
Amiri, Amiri, Amiri lets go
Dior!
Let's hit up Neriman's, 'cause I need
Amiri, Amiri, Amiri amiri, Amiri, Amiri
Lets go!