Tink - Fingers Up lyrics

Fingers up Don't give a f** They know what's up When I put them fingers up Fingers up Don't give a f** They know what's up I know That these n***as kind of fake Why these b**hes all in my face When they know I don't Parlay They know I'm so used to going H.A.M I don't really give a damn Put your fingers up I know That these n***as kind of fake Why these b**hes all in my face When they know I don't Parlay They know I'm so used to going H.A.M I don't really give a damn Put your fingers up Okay, hands up with a middle finger Let 'em know I don't give a f** I heard I got a little competition Therefore she ain't big enough Big enough Yo' money ain't I'm serving hoes No dinner plates I'm out here doing my damn thing So they honor me I'm like a holiday Memorials cause' it's R.I.P n***as soft like Warren B b**hes mad cause' I'm hitting notes Now they man calling me Tink G Tink G but I stay sharp I keep a bag like a shopping cart All these haters up on my dick That condom size about a extra large T-size like knee highs I'm coming up and they mad about it Flexin' on b**hes I'm taking they n***as I drop a few bars now get it shawty Oops I ain't mean to do that I'm a beast and I might hurt feelings But a b**h got to know that I could care less Middle fingers up to the ceiling I know That these n***as kind of fake Why these b**hes all in my face When they know I don't Parlay They know I'm so used to going H.A.M I don't really give a damn Put your fingers up I ain't tryna Parlay f** we need to talk for I'm just tryna get paid Call that green sh** Rondo Call these rappers Ceily All they life they been sneak dissing A lot of hoes want to be me So all your life you be reminiscing Fingers up but it's four missing f** you like a naughty Christian Tell 'em to get they praise on Get up on your knees speaking tongues Speaking in tongues I be spitting this sh** that be having these weak b**hes ready to quit Probably the reason why b**hes be hating and waiting to comment on all of my sh** Get real MTV Two headed dog Yea that's me Yes I'm a savage b**hes need practice You ain't running sh** like two left feet Oops I ain't mean to say that I'm a beast and I might break spirits But a b**h got to know that I could care less Turn fingers up 'till she hear it I know That these n***as kind of fake Why these b**hes all in my face When they know I don't Parlay They know I'm so used to going H.A.M I don't really give a damn Put your fingers up