Fine Fine

Lyrics

[Intro] Huh (Yeah, eat it up Champ, eat it up) Real championship right here man These niggas can't stop the champ, man, you know what's going on Let's go [Verse 1] Thought it was over, I'm back on they head They thought it was over, I'm still on the meds Four pockets full of that money, like Cede Gun with the pencil and it got lead Trapping all day, we ain't going to bed Don't ask me for shit, who talks to the bed? Draw with the sticks, how you want to play it? Broke nigga, you already dead [Chorus] Bad bitch with me, she fine, fine Nigga, get from 'round, don't waste my time Counting up money, you worry about minе Before I go broke, I brеak it all down in dimes You ain't talking bout money, you wasting my time This Dior not fit applying, when I left, had the dick on her mind Getting the money, ain't wasting no time [Verse 2] Beat up the trap and the pussy like champion (Hood) Hood nigga, she ain't know I was a gentleman Three bitches, salt, pepper, cinnamon Claim you a killer, then why I ain't dead? Walked in the rap game, already fed Kodak, they flash, I'ma spray it I said, "Kiss my lawyers or talk to the feds" You can leave on your drawers, I just want some head Kickback, watching these niggas flex on the internet When I see 'em, they ain't talking 'bout shit I'ma feel like a bully, he look like a puppy I see it in his eyes, he really a bitch I came up stealing and trapping for shit Rich in the hoods and apartments and Vick You was a doorman, the rap was your fix Columbia High, I ain't hang with no clique Can't tell you what to believe, nigga, Bad bitches rolling my weed, nigga Came in with the racks, I'ma leave with 'em (Yeah, I'ma leave with 'em) I hit that pussy like Creed, Gettles Stuffing these racks in my Amiri denim Fuck all these niggas, I know they ain't with them Can't treat me like I'm a victim, I'm vivid I shot at them rappers, I ain't trying to diss them 300 Spartan, got war in my system Ain't scaring nothing but your fans, fake killers Spanish bitch with a tan, she vanilla Ooh, shooters equipped like a Triller Long live Rocky, forever my nigga Put some respect on it, nigga Shot me a nigga on Gresham and went twenty west on that nigga Yeah, you a little specimen, nigga Free Trap Lord, they arrested my nigga Yeah, I get fresher than vegetable, nigga I run up the commas, you a decimal, nigga [Chorus] Bad bitch with me, she fine, fine Nigga, get from 'round, don't waste my time Counting up money, you worry about mine Before I go broke, I break it all down in dimes You ain't talking bout money, you wasting my time This Dior not fit applying, when I left, had the dick on her mind Getting the money, ain't wasting no time