Fine Ass

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah For real, baby (Paupa Got Beats makin' history, on God) You should let me put it on you with your fine ass Huh, yeah You should let me put it on you with your fine ass I got paper, I can work you in my finances [Chorus] You should let me put it on you with your fine ass You should let me spend it on you with your fine ass I got paper, I can work you in my finances Fuck with me and I can show you what poor high class is [Verse] Girl, you got me in my bag, I'm tryna spend somethin' Beat it up, beat it up, really get in somethin', yeah I'm a player, so you better not tell your friends nothin', no They gon' know the deal soon as they see that Benz comin', yeah From LA, but I been posted in Atlanta (Woo) So when I'm home, you know I gotta keep that hammer (Bah, bah) LV my FP and bandana (Yeah, yeah) Your last nigga ain't know how to run them bands up If you a bad-ass bitch, put your hands up (She like it) Thumb-them-bands-ass bitch, put your hands up (She like it) Don't let no broke nigga DM you (She like it) Square cash make you look at him different (Yeah, yeah) But, lil' mama, I'm just tryna spend some time with you (Yeah, yeah) Roscoe's, Pico, number nine with you (Yeah, yeah) Lil' Skateboard P, bump and grind with you (Grind, yeah, yeah) You a real bad ting, slow wine with you I'ma pull up on you probably bumpin' 03 (Woo) I'ma pull up on you probably slappin' Jon B (Jon B) Gave her the number to the trap so she can find me (Yeah) And if they tell you I ain't here, they probably lying (Lying) Ooh, you got the shit, ma That make a nigga wanna hit a lick, ma (Skrrt) That make me wanna go get you a wristwatch (Yeah) With them big rocks (Yeah), that don't tick-tock Ooh, baby You make me wanna fly you to the A and just fuck you crazy (For real) Do somethin', you my new somethin' (Yeah) New boots, new coupe, all blue somethin' (Skrrt) Know I run them bands up, keep them blues comin' (Yeah) No cake on her face, she don't use nothin' Let a bitch violate, she gon' bruise somethin' This that durag match your toes shit (Wow) Fuck them broke hoes, they don't know shit This that you hold my bankroll shit (Yeah) Fuck up the store shit, my little ho shit, yeah [Chorus] You should let me put it on you with your fine ass (Fine) You should let me spend it on you with your fine ass (Why you so fine?) I got paper, I can put you in my finances (Yeah) From the gutter, I can show you what poor high class is [Outro] Oh, fuck with me, baby They ain't never fucked with me, baby You gotta fuck with me, baby You gotta fuck with me, baby Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah) New swag, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah) TwoFr, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Paupa Got Beats makin' history, on God) That gang shit, yeah Tell you what I bang shit, yeah (What I bang, bang, bang) Hop out, you know we bring sticks, yeah Never, ever, ever on no lame shit, ayy (Never, never, never, never) 'Cause she fuckin' with a winner (With a winner, bae, you bad) Baby, pick a tempo, ayy, ayy (Pick a tempo, baby) Run up that bank (Fuck up the bank) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah