Fine Wine lyrics

[Chorus: Valee]
Sedan with the new paint job, it's matte— look pastel (Paint job)
Pull up in [?] fast, I’m mm mm as hell (Yeah)
I bought David Yurman and some for her as well (For my b*tch)
f*ck that b*tch, and send her right back home like that's mail
I got some exotic, yours don’t smell like that smell (Exotic)
My b*tch shiny like epoxy, yours don't do this that well
Show her sixty thousand, she gon' come out her shell
I got some new Balmain, but act like it’s on sale (You're a wizard, Harry)

[Verse: RXKNephew]
She said she don't want di*k, she said she a lil' shy
I'm like, "I'm not your sugar daddy, don't accuse me of that guy"
I might blow that bag, that might be my demise
It's six stoves off in this b*tch, it look like Five Guys
Dark skin, booty thick, her attitude crazy
She like, "Get the f*ck out New York," I'm like, "Girl, your ass crazy"
This ain't no grabba, fronto leaf, girl, my bag crazy
I'm in the Benz, BQE, ten thousand on me
Lil' b*tch from Williamsburg, that b*tch be wildin’ on me
She bought me ACG's, and bought a pair of Prada for me
I line it up, where it's at? She went and got it for me
She thick as sh*t, bring no drama and no problems for me
I seen the plug, I took my b*tch, I bought a his and hers
I don't want that Bally sh*t, b*tch, I need him and her
They can see I'm off that ‘gnac the way I bend the curve
b*tch, I can't feel my face, look like I'm drinkin’ purp
b*tch, I'm fresh as hell, what the hell you thought?
b*tch, you window shoppin’, what the hell you bought?
b*tch, you out there fishin’, what the hell you caught?
Walk up out that Gucci store, they like, "Neph, what the f*ck you bought?"
What the hell you bought? And where you been?
When you hit the town, what you 'bout to send?
It's on my mind, I just can't forget
I'ma keep on poppin’ sh*t, every day talk my sh*t
[Chorus: Valee]
Sedan with the new paint job, it's matte— look pastel (Paint job)
Pull up in [?] fast, I’m mm mm as hell (Yeah)
I bought David Yurman and some for her as well (For my b*tch)
f*ck that b*tch, and send her right back home like that's mail
I got some exotic, yours don’t smell like that smell (Exotic)
My b*tch shiny like epoxy, yours don't do this that well
Show her sixty thousand, she gon' come out her shell
I got some new Balmain, but act like it’s on sale

[Outro]
Let's get straight to the question, cheat on your b*tch, or snitch on your mans?
I'm cheating on that b*tch!
Oh that b*tch that left me for another n*gga?
I'm cheating on that b*tch! Free my bros! Hahahaha!