Big Solo & KK the Artist - Finer Lyrics

Nah you not a Zeta lil baby, but you finer
Yeah I f*ck with fashion, imma drip you in designer
Body like a stallion, I'm just tryna get behind her
Pedal to the metal, floor it in some red bottoms (Red bottoms)

You can bring your friend, I don't really see a problem (See a problem)
Yeah I said problem, like you from da islands
I love it when you grinding on me in my tailor garments
Your body Trigga-nometry, I'm steady trynna solve it

Back in the biddy and I'm rockin' wit my mobsters
Bang my line shorty, we'll go half on some toddlers
Yeah I said toddlers, we gotta get them dollars
Then I throw them on you like you strippin' in Cawtaba

Valley, ditch digger
Your man's a bitch nigga
And he a sneak dissa
He blow a little whistle
But still he not official
I swear he not official
He got a little pencil
Girl how he pleasin' you?
Dat nigga teasin you

You need some Trigga Treynin' (Trigga Treynin')
But first just make a payment
Nah I ain't free, look at me
I'm from where Baby from
I'm a pretty nigga
And imma chocolate giver
Dat girl, she lovin it

We call her "Sweet-tooth"
Nah I ain't cappin lil bro, she gon' tell you
And dat cat bald like I'm in here watchin' Caillou
And she love our music, got her twerking in the stu
And yea I f*ck with red, but I like my racks blue

(Uh!) California dreamin', pull up so you can see me
Throw up, you Willie Beamen
Your girl she wanna see me on any given Sunday
I make her have a fun day (On the Lord's day nigga?)
Yeah I said Sunday, she drippin' from da sundae
I'm like her favorite flavor, she tryna have it her way

Nah you not a Zeta lil baby, but you finer (Body like a)
Yeah I f*ck with fashion, imma drip you in designer (Yea I f*ck wit)
Body like a stallion, I'm just tryna get behind her
Pedal to the metal, floor it in some red bottoms

You can bring your friend, I don't really see a problem
Yeah I said problem, like you from da islands
I love it when you grinding on me in my tailor garments
Your body Trigga-nometry I'm steady trynna solve it

Body Trigga-nometry, I'm steady tryna
Ya body Trigga-nometry, I'm steady tryna
Steady tryna

I done punched da (Uh)
I done punched da

I done punched the clock too many times
Still ain't got time
Gotta stay low and grind
It's just me and my dime

You know what's funny? (KK not again!)

You thought it was over, but it's never over
You can't control it, we finna take over
Das on my baby, that's on her stroller
Money got longer call it fruit roll up
And she like the taste
I pull it out, she wanna taste
How you gone diss me then smile in my face
It be like that, but I can't relate

Told shorty no, but she like the chase
But I ain't wit Chase, shout out Wells Fargo
You set the bar low, but that ain't where I go
We get high then f*cked for hours, thang got power, ain't talking ghost
Big Solo she felt me in her toes
Made her fall in love she calling me the goat

Big goat
Big Solo