Finesse - Jim Jones, Desiigner, A$AP Ferg

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 the bricks and 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 the 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 Lira

I fell in love with the mirror

Damages, look at my hair

I fucked 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 mothafuckin' gun

I got the hammer, I’ll put my dick in your grandma

Don’t ask me why I call you son

I cannot fuck 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, fuck 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, fuck with Durant, nigga

Me and A$AP, Jimmy, Jimmy, that’s a head, nigga

Feelin' cleared up, kill a 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, fuckin' 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

Fuckin' gold diggers, gettin' more bigger

Yeah we feelin' good

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