Finesse

[Pre-Chorus: A$AP Ferg] Feelin' good, man I'm feelin' good Finesse and then I juug Feelin' good, man I'm feelin' good Finesse and then I juug In my hood, walk up in my hood Nigga I wish you would Feelin' good, yeah I'm feelin' good Finesse and then I juug [Chorus: A$AP Ferg] Finesse, finesse Finesse, finesse Finesse, finesse Finesse, finesse Finesse and then I juug [Verse 1: Jim Jones] 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 [Verse 2: Rich Homie Quan & A$AP Ferg] I want the bricks and the commas I want some more and some more I got them bricks and the commas I want galore and galore I am not talkin' 'bout Lira I fell in love with the mirror Damages, look at my hair I fucked your bitch in the Leer Twitter fingers in her rear Make that pussy disappear, yeah, yeah I dropped a 4 in a 20 and Fanta NYC all the way down to Atlanta I rock your bitch like a Gucci bandana I'm feelin' myself just like Tony Montana I snort the caine, nah, Tony Montana I got the mothafuckin' gun I got the hammer, I'll put my dick in your grandma Don't ask me why I call you son I cannot fuck her, I'm focused on money Focused on 20s and 50s and hundreds Finessin' the plug, we take off and we're runnin' I can have a rich homie, you know that we stuntin' I want that green so they callin' me Kermit Man that boo got me hot, man I feel like I'm burnin' I beat that lil' pussy like Ike, call me Turner So get that G string like I just pulled a permit Finesse [Chorus: A$AP Ferg] Finesse, finesse Finesse, finesse Finesse, finesse Finesse [Verse 3: Desiigner, A$AP Ferg & Jim Jones] Real nigga, fuck for real on the reg, nigga Drive 'em in, rollin' 6s, Durant, nigga I fell in love with them killers, them niggas, they dead niggas Feel it, come back on that alley, fuck with Durant, nigga Me and A$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 [Pre-Chorus: A$AP Ferg] Feelin' good, man I'm feelin' good Finesse and then I juug Feelin' good, man I'm feelin' good Finesse and then I juug In my hood, walk up in my hood Nigga I wish you would Feelin' good, man I'm feelin' good Finesse and then I juug [Chorus: A$AP Ferg] Finesse, finesse Finesse, finesse Finesse, finesse Finesse, finesse Finesse and then I juug