Jim Jones - Finesse Lyrics

Feelin' good, man I'm feelin' good
Finesse and then I juug
Feelin' good, man I'm feelin' good
Finesse and then I juug
In my hood, walk up in my hood
Nigga I wish you would
Feelin' good, yeah I'm feelin' good
Finesse and then I juug

Finesse, finesse
Finesse, finesse
Finesse, finesse
Finesse, finesse
Finesse and then I juug

We got them bricks of the yay
We got that shit you don't weigh
We get them package of loud
I got that shit from the Bay
I know some Crips in L.A
I know some Bloods out in Harlem
I got my bitch on the way
She got a bitch on the way
I got some niggas, they put them clips in the K
I got some chicks in the A
You took a trip to Miami
You get a drop, you get that shit for a day
I get that shit 'cause I want it
I'm in that shit gettin' blunted
I'm in that shit doin' me
Let your new bitch get up on it
I do not care about warrants
I told my lawyer to steam it
Any charges that they throw
I told my lawyer to clean it

I want the bricks and the commas
I want some more and some more
I got them bricks and the commas
I want galore and galore
I am not talkin' 'bout Lyra

I fell in love with the mirror
Damages, look at my hair
I f*cked your bitch in the Leer
Twitter fingers in her rear
Make that pussy disappear, yeah, yeah
I dropped a 4 in a 20 and Fanta
NYC all the way down to Atlanta
I rock your bitch like a Gucci bandana
I'm feelin' myself just like Tony Montana
I snort the caine, nah, Tony Montana
I got the mothaf*ckin' gun
I got the hammer, I'll put my dick in your grandma
Don't ask me why I call you son
I cannot f*ck her, I'm focused on money
Focused on 20s and 50s and hundreds
Finessin' the plug, we take off and we're runnin'
I can have a rich homie, you know that we stuntin'
I want that green so they callin' me Kermit
Man that boo got me hot, man I feel like I'm burnin'
I beat that lil' pussy like Ike, call me Turner
So get that G string like I just pulled a permit
Finesse

Finesse, finesse
Finesse, finesse
Finesse, finesse
Finesse

Real nigga, f*ck for real on the reg, nigga
Drive 'em in, rollin' 6s, Durant, nigga
I fell in love with them killers, them niggas, they dead niggas
Feel it, come back on that alley, f*ck with Durant, nigga
Me and A$AP, Jimmy, Jimmy, that's a head, nigga
Feelin' cleared up, killin' nigga for some bread, nigga
Niggas talkin', man I'm finna hit 'em with the lead, nigga
Told him, "Kill him 'cause we heard him talkin' to the Feds, nigga"
Whole block full of Bloods, f*ckin' with them red niggas
Get caught when you come up short with the bread niggas
We some head hitters
I'm that coke dealer
Gettin' more figures
You that broke nigga
Must have called a nigga G-Unit 'cause we guerrillas
Bitches wanna give me neck 'cause we gettin' more skrilla
And more skrilla, and more skrilla
F*ckin' gold diggers, gettin' more bigger
Yeah we all winners

Feelin' good, man I'm feelin' good
Finesse and then I juug
Feelin' good, man I'm feelin' good
Finesse and then I juug
In my hood, walk up in my hood
Nigga I wish you would
Feelin' good, man I'm feelin' good
Finesse and then I juug

Finesse, finesse
Finesse, finesse
Finesse, finesse
Finesse, finesse
Finesse and then I juug