Robb Bank$ - Fine$t (June) lyrics

[Verse 1: Robb Bank$] Now that's love to my bottom b**h, kisses to my new hoes Pour 'em up Dirty Sprite, tell 'em that it's Nuvo Just tryna get 'em to loosen up that tight end But funny how I'm tryna tighten up loose ends Two sets of loosies, blow down one half Other half blow me down put back to mattress I Love Lucy double standard, past tense Thinkin' 'bout p**y, money, and a math test What you thought, I'm in my 20s and sh**? Working 5 to 10 to make it rain 20s and sh**? But I still keep Emilia Clarke fixin' me dinner And she wear that halo like she came from King Yemma like... [Hook] Trill, young n***a and you know I want the finest sh** Wear the finest threads, f** the finest b**h (Playin' in my hair, say she gon' think of baggin' me) (She wan' twist it, but I let it lock naturally) Man, I told you last time, I'm too pretty to f**s wit'cha Why you think Ashley went and dipped on a n***a, huh? (b**h, I'm the finest, Cadie co-signed it) (10K for my grill, gold, no diamonds) [Verse 2: Robb Bank$] I'm shinin', gleaming I'm yo' ho favorite sh**, next to semen You can't see me b**h, I'm puffing peyote out on the tipi Counting Slumdog millis Got Latika on her kneezy Be easy Saggin' and my drawers showin' You like Rick Ross? Well b**h, I like Rick Owens Say it cause you ain't noticed How casual my dressed clothes is Or those same pants that I keep my bread stowed in You more observant, tell me why yo' man looking tough? We just some well dressed goons, don't get your head bust Don't get it f**ed up and don't get your bread touched Make you catch a fade 'fo your girl lick my head up I'm movin' weight through the city, call me Luke Shapiro Looking for a hipster girl in a size zero Only like her Vans dirty cause its in this season With her pants ripped like Goku after Frieza I got one that ain't dropped to get her Eagle on yet Grey Goose for my Black Swan doing the pirouette Double cup of Moët (Presents) gotta' overpower her Markin' triple-x's all on my Supreme calendar Now thats 2 girls, and a double cup You boys f**in' up Tuesday Through Sunday, cuz Straight like that Presents if you run with me OBP, f** wit' me, stop f**in' wit' me [Hook] [Bridge: Robb Bank$] I'm the finest, Cadie co-signed it 10K for my real gold, no diamonds I'm the finest, I'm the finest Finer than my b**h Man, I'm finer than my finest I'm the finest, finer than my finest Muhf**er what I tell you, err'time it's OBP and them n***as still the finest b**h call me "My Highness" Unh, p**y... Sure, sure... Yeah, said I'm the finest... Pretty, young n***a and I'm finer than my diamonds... Said I'm finer than my finest... What..? Finest... Uh-huh Say what..? Said I'm the finest... What, what, what, what..? [Verse 3: Robb Bank$] She want something more than just us Moaning that loud ain't doing me no justice Written all on your face, I see that you lost one Page through my rhyme book, see that I f**ed up Touch slow, f** fast But your first thought was you and I wouldn't even last Same n***a from the ave, same n***a that never cared To get b**hes high just so they could play in my hair Lil' b**h