Finessin’

Lyrics

[Intro] Flexing, they know flexing (beep, beep, beep) [Hook] Niggas know I'm flexing, they know I'm flexing I'm buying all these clothes cause I'm straight finessing Smoking kush blunts and let's start a session End it in a second, it's gon' get reckless Pop a couple X's and sip some Texas I just love my money, it's straight fuck my exs Smoking turn me up, I hate feeling regular I'm thumbing through that check cause I'm straight finessing [Verse 1] On these hoes I'm flexing, they know I'm flexing I'm flexing on these hoes that thought I was nothing Now that I'm something, these hoes coming I'm smoking on that Compton, I'm holding hundreds Gucci on my face, Louie on my belt Trues and expensive shoes, man I need some help Man, I love my money with her conceited self I'm giving flexing classes if you need some help I got it all from nothing, them commas coming If a nigga play, put the choppas on him I got it all from nothing, them commas coming I give a bitch nothing, that's why I love her [Hook]