Finesse lyrics

[Pre-Hook]
Okay my city say they love me but lowkey they really hating
How you talkin' sh*t behind my back I think they wanna be me
You ain’t puttin' in no f*ckin' work lil b*tches act discretely
Always tryna' get a handout b*tch you goofy out here meechin'

[Hook]
If you ain’t finnessin' the game just know you gonna get finessed
No I’m not talkin' about robbin' his ass for a petty check
This sh*t is so damn easy cause I’m smart it ain’t a threat
Real talk I get it how I live it b*tch you better come correct

[Verse 1]
I’m speakin' facts no printer
Knock on wood ain’t get a splinter
N my heart is icey cold just like Chicago in December
I’m with homies ridin' deep
Talkin' slick put you to sleep
And I never break a sweat because you bet I got that heat
I got that cake because I’m sweet
Don’t even ask me for a piece
You ain’t struggle with me
How the f*ck you think you get to eat
I come from trappin' in the street
You come from 40 hour weeks
Man I don’t f*ck with 9-5s
I bet your mind is really weak
f*ckin' with me
We breakin' a bag
Ain’t much else to say
I don’t gotta brag
Telephonin' my main
N we both get a laugh
Then sit back n relax thinkin' damn that was fast
b*tch double take before you sneak
Can’t get a favor if you random
Swear to god she think it’s sweet
Kicked out the whip & now you stranded

[Hook]
If you ain’t finnessin' the game just know you gonna get finessed
No I’m not talkin' about robbin' his ass for a petty check
This sh*t is so damn easy cause I’m smart it ain’t a threat
Real talk I get it how I live it b*tch you better come correct

[Verse 2]
Got all this pressure on me
But you bet I’m bout to make it
I ain’t backin' down from nothin
b*tches out here tryna fake it
b*tches out here tryna take it
Then pretend like they ain’t hatin
Hate to break it to you baby
I’m here for good don’t be mistaken
Cash out every f*ckin' day
How you still waitin' to get paid
You still sittin' on your ass
There’s all this money to be made
But I forgot that you a lame
Boring AF and it’s a shame
These b*tches never get the picture
Only cropped out of the frame
You think that it’s a f*ckin' game
Lemme remind you I don’t play
If I say it ima do it
Already know you can’t relate
b*tch I put a1 on my steak
You pop sh*t in the microwave
Ain’t sh*t ass b*tches always got somethin' to say

[Hook]
If you ain’t finnessin' the game just know you gonna get finessed
No I’m not talkin' about robbin' his ass for a petty check
This sh*t is so damn easy cause I’m smart it ain’t a threat
Real talk I get it how I live it b*tch you better come correct