FINANCE LORD lyrics

[Intro]
Slikk, Slikk, go, go, go, go

[Verse]
C to the S to the P to the G
Got the Sprite, crushed ice, in the cup, lean, Tris
Suck on the nuts when you suck on my di*k
Shoot slime on her face, baptism with my jizz
And my ice on my neck shining light through a prism
Bad b*tch on my di*k every time it has risen
I'm a voodoo prince pimp, six sixty six, b*tch
At my crib in the Forgi, n*ggas skinny thick, b*tch
I'ma serve all the b*tches and still get rich
I'll buy it from a pimp, get to skeeting like Rich
And my pimp game gravy and the pipe game vicious
When they see me in the cell, like they label me suspicious
Got a wholе team of hitters, strapped up with thеm pistols
We'll stop them in their track while they hating from a distance
Skyscraper black, buss your head from a distance
All these drugs up in my heart, b*tch, I ain't tripping, I ain't Christian, n*gga
Richer than I used to be, I'm getting money beautifully
I spend it on my dealer with my Marijuana usually
Racked up with my jewelry, f*ck all that tomfoolery
Yeah, my diamonds fruity, but that don't mean I want you usually