Fine sh*t lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Fatt, Fatt

[Chorus]
b*tches this Perc gon’ match my fit, I just popped out in all white lows
I made a promise to myself, I'll never tell or break the code
I kept getting caught up with these hoes, I had to leave them all alone
This big .45 a stop yo whip, bro, blow the switch and make me proud
I did my time and played my part, but now I'm rich, I skipped the town
I'm so rich, me and my b*tch go hit New York to catch a vibe
I'm so player, walk on stage and let the crowd do all the talkin’
If you come reach out for a chain, we ain't gonna hesitate to off ‘em

[Verse]
Yeah, I’m wit’ fine sh*t
I can't have no ho that's playin' detective, I want blind sh*t
Yeah, I can't cuff a b*tch that wasn't around before these diamonds
Yeah, I paid you back for all the pain I caused up, by designer sh*t
You keep bringing back up old sh*t, like, f*ck all my apologies
Yeah, she like, "Mack, I love you, why the f*ck you keep on lying to me?"
Yeah, I ran out my check when we first met, she ain't think highly of me
Yeah, knee deep in streets
Ridin’ with that ARP’s, I'm in the belly of the beast
Yeah, and since I got rich, I'm leaving every b*tch with ‘E
I been geeked up for a week, wait 'til I OD
Stomach feeling weak, I keep pouring lean
She freaky in the sheets, and probably, she a queen
She say “I'm unique and something attracted her to me”
Probably all this drip, 2K on my jeans
And she popping pills, this b*tch just like my me
I pour up a cup for her, let her sip my lean
Yeah, I'm something like Mufasa, you my drug queen, baby
I'm right with these choppers, I can leave her bloody scene today
b*tch, the fact you leaving me, you never was here anyway
First n*gga reach out for my chain, and I'm gon' demonstrate
He dead up on the wall
[Chorus]
b*tches this Perc gon’ match my fit, I just popped out in all white lows
I made a promise to myself, I'll never tell or break the code
I kept getting caught up with these hoes, I had to leave them all alone
This big .45 a stop yo whip, bro, blow the switch and make me proud
I did my time and played my part, but now I'm rich, I skipped the town
I'm so rich, me and my b*tch go hit New York to catch a vibe
I'm so player, walk on stage and let the crowd do all the talkin’
If you come reach out for a chain, we ain't gonna hesitate to off ‘em

[Outro]
Yeah, n*gga, yeah
I'm in the booth, I'm high as f*ck
Telling them to come try it a little
Reach out for a chain and see what happen
Oh God, I bet that n*gga doubt all mine
You feel me?
On my mama, n*gga
Fatt
On God