Fine Ass lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
For real, baby
(Paupa Got Beats makin' history, on God)
You should let me put it on you with your fine ass
Huh, yeah
You should let me put it on you with your fine ass
I got paper, I can work you in my finances

[Chorus]
You should let me put it on you with your fine ass
You should let me spend it on you with your fine ass
I got paper, I can work you in my finances
f*ck with me and I can show you what poor high class is

[Verse]
Girl, you got me in my bag, I'm tryna spend somethin'
Beat it up, beat it up, really get in somethin', yeah
I'm a player, so you better not tell your friends nothin', no
They gon' know the deal soon as they see that Benz comin', yeah
From LA, but I been posted in Atlanta (Woo)
So when I'm home, you know I gotta keep that hammer (Bah, bah)
LV my FP and bandana (Yeah, yeah)
Your last n*gga ain't know how to run them bands up
If you a bad-ass b*tch, put your hands up (She like it)
Thumb-them-bands-ass b*tch, put your hands up (She like it)
Don't let no broke n*gga DM you (She like it)
Square cash make you look at him different (Yeah, yeah)
But, lil' mama, I'm just tryna spend some time with you (Yeah, yeah)
Roscoe's, Pico, number nine with you (Yeah, yeah)
Lil' Skateboard P, bump and grind with you (Grind, yeah, yeah)
You a real bad ting, slow wine with you
I'ma pull up on you probably bumpin' 03 (Woo)
I'ma pull up on you probably slappin' Jon B (Jon B)
Gave her the number to the trap so she can find me (Yeah)
And if they tell you I ain't here, they probably lying (Lying)
Ooh, you got the sh*t, ma
That make a n*gga wanna hit a lick, ma (Skrrt)
That make me wanna go get you a wristwatch (Yeah)
With them big rocks (Yeah), that don't tick-tock
Ooh, baby
You make me wanna fly you to the A and just f*ck you crazy (For real)
Do somethin', you my new somethin' (Yeah)
New boots, new coupe, all blue somethin' (Skrrt)
Know I run them bands up, keep them blues comin' (Yeah)
No cake on her face, she don't use nothin'
Let a b*tch violate, she gon' bruise somethin'
This that durag match your toes sh*t (Wow)
f*ck them broke hoes, they don't know sh*t
This that you hold my bankroll sh*t (Yeah)
f*ck up the store sh*t, my little ho sh*t, yeah
[Chorus]
You should let me put it on you with your fine ass (Fine)
You should let me spend it on you with your fine ass (Why you so fine?)
I got paper, I can put you in my finances (Yeah)
From the gutter, I can show you what poor high class is

[Outro]
Oh, f*ck with me, baby
They ain't never f*cked with me, baby
You gotta f*ck with me, baby
You gotta f*ck with me, baby
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
New swag, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
TwoFr, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Paupa Got Beats makin' history, on God)
That gang sh*t, yeah
Tell you what I bang sh*t, yeah (What I bang, bang, bang)
Hop out, you know we bring sticks, yeah
Never, ever, ever on no lame sh*t, ayy (Never, never, never, never)
'Cause she f*ckin' with a winner (With a winner, bae, you bad)
Baby, pick a tempo, ayy, ayy (Pick a tempo, baby)
Run up that bank (f*ck up the bank)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah