Lyrics Future – Finessin

Intro: Future
One thing about me, I know how to get out the mud nigga
Fly shit on
Rags to riches

Hook: Future
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

Verse 1: Future
Whippin’ up that Frank Lucas
Cookin’ up that Young Poochie
Beamer cool with a clear view
Got ‘Rari with the clear view
Trapped out I’m on CNN
Space shuttle I done went to Mars
Call this bitch who can taste the dick
Got a gutter bitch gonna take a charge
Went to Paris on a weekday
And I’m comin’ back in a couple months
Everyday I wake up
I’m drinkin’ lean, I’m smokin’ 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

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Verse 2: Future
Credit card my swipe game
I strike off like lightning
Fuck with me, my lick game
… excite me
I’m takin’ off like MJ
My check game like Nike
Anytime I get that cash
That cash make me hyphy
I’m jumpin’ off my products
Stackin’ up my dollars
I stay chasin that guala
Ain’t no turnin’ up my collar
Represent my city
Nigga want game gotta pay pesos
That pink inside my Styrofoam
Got yellow bones on my iPhone
Runnin’ up like a treadmill
Conversation gotta pay field…
Everything I wear nigga
Is Farrago in public
High top Margiela’s
Thousand dollars for a sweater
Money talk no pressure
Everything disrespectful

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