Finer Things (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: Jake Lord]
Who are you?
We not the same you are not gang
Making exchange, money take the pain away
Yaah
Money take the pain, away

[Verse 1: Jake Lord]
Rollin' round in a Lexus
Bad b*tch she from Texas
Diamonds having you can't flexus
Celiné supreme for my next b*tch
Yeah, I got that flame boy
We are not one and the same
I am not playin' no games
n*gga, uh, you are a lame

[Verse 2: KydNice]
They like Kyd how you do this?
Way up like a buddhist
Jesus all you n*ggas shooters
f*ck around meet a Judas
New b*tch she a nudist
She in my text like "Who this?"
And all her friends like ball players
And all my n*ggas be recruiters
Aw here we go again it's so evident that we gonna win
I always paint it out, you can see the words with no f*ckin pen
[Pre-Hook: Jake Lord]
Unlock the door, come in my room
Ya girl kick it with me, she not texting you

[Hook: KydNice]
I am not f*cking with you lames
Cause I been out on to finer things
I am not f*cking with you lames
Cause I been out on to finer things
Finer things, finer things, finer things
Finer things, finer things, finer things

[Verse 3: Niykee Heaton]
Alright I got this
You play up for keeps (me too)
Feel me and you bet you lay with me (me too)
What's the prerequisite for flexing cuz these b*tches got me guessing; is that Chanel or JC Penny, damn you petty (me too)
Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up who that new chick hola
Hola, hola, hola can you dance while I controlla
Went from debut chains to brown rings
Can't afford all the finer things, finer things

[Hook: KydNice & Niykee Heaton]
Finer things, finer things, finer things
Finer things, finer things, finer things