Lil Durk, Lil Baby - Finesse Out the Gang Way lyrics

(DJ on the beat so it's a banger)

I came from nothin', I had to go get it
I had to finesse out the gang way (Gang way)
I done did everything for the
Niggas that I love
Who stuck in the chain gang (Chain gang)
Shit be so weird, I'm steady watchin' all
The niggas who yellin' out, "Gang, gang"
(Gang, gang) shit be so different
I'm watchin' them niggas
Who bitches but yellin' out, "Bang, bang"
(Bang, bang) roll up a blunt of that Pluto
Used to be deep, now I'm riding 'round uno
I know some niggas who hustlin' but quit
'Cause they was doin' this shit for too long
I remember niggas feelin' like brothers
But now this shit feel like a group home
And I had told 'em I love 'em so much
To me, it felt like you can't do wrong
I was trappin' out the side of my granny crib
I was servin' with two phones
I remember tellin' jewelers
"Don't know what a Patek is"
Now it's two-tone

The money make the world spin
The money make the girls grin
Been rapping since 2010
Whoever thought I'd win?

Asked them why they sellin' food stamps
I done grabbed a Urus on some cool shit
I'ma get it on my own, when I felt alone
I remember feelin' useless
I remember servin' to the cool kids
Twin got a 30 like a pool stick
Why you think your murders
Turn to news clips?
When a nigga die, when his family cry
And they'll swear to God that
He ain't do shit
I remember niggas being goofy
Spending their last money on the Gucci
He just got fly just to get him some coochie
Went to jail ridin' 'round with a goofy
I can actually say I'm feelin' like money
I remember riding 'round with a hunnid
Had twin with me ridin' one hunnids
Gucci bagged up with fifty one hunnids
Super motivated, come from a dungeon
Like, why you call the dungeon the trenches?
It don't matter 'cause I'm bringin' my niggas
Why you fall out with me just for attention?
Niggas die when they pop up in my mentions
Had the realest nigga tell you're a peasant
Took a Perc' and it got me in my feelings
(Got me in my feelings)

The money make the world spin
The money make the girls grin
Been rapping since 2010
Whoever thought I'd win?
The money make the world spin
The money make the girls grin
Been rapping since 2010
Whoever thought I'd win?

Man, I've been trappin' since 2007
My mama was strugglin', I had to help her
From juvenile to penitentiary, I'm better
I'm happy I can say I got it together
Fifty-three percent of these niggas feminine
I am not a gangsta, I am a gentleman
We the ones that handle
Murders like businessmen
Postin' money on the 'Gram, I invented that
I done came a long way from the middleman
I got head for an hour in the Cullinan
I done gave a thousand bows
To my brother 'nem
Shit get serious when them
Bodies start comin' up
I put a kit on the Urus, it's bigger now
Told my baby mama, "We need a bigger house"
I'm too real for this shit
I done figured out
Got one foot in the streets
Tryna pull it out
Keep it lowkey, she ain't runnin' her mouth
(Mouth)
She don't ever want me to pull out (Out)
I ran it up to a low from an ounce
I'm rockin' clothes I can't even pronounce
Fuck the pandemic, I love me a drought
I ran it up in this motherfucker
Three hunnid shots
That's enough in this motherfucker
Only The Family, it's us
In this motherfucker, gang shit

The money make the world spin
The money make the girls grin
Been rapping since 2010
Whoever thought I'd win?
The money make the world spin
The money make the girls grin
Been rapping since 2010
Whoever thought I'd win?