Nick_m - Finessin' Thots lyrics

You got money I can't see you that your b**h she don't believe that You got money I can't see you that your b**h she don't believe that You got money I can't see you that your b**h she don't believe that Yeah my neck on froze Got your b**h she gon' go Turn your wife to a hoe My plug got me for tha low Work straight off the coast Got some loud in my game, that's a blunt to the brain Nick Money is the name In the field I go insane Do anything for my gang Disrespect and you'll feel pain 30 shots no aim Don't mistake me for a lame Or I'll take all your change and chains You got money I can't see you that your b**h she don't believe that You got money I can't see you that your b**h she don't believe that You got money I can't see you that your b**h she don't believe that When it comes to workin' I'm flippin' it Got my gang we don't give a sh** My mans Reece got the beat Ridin' round with the heat Goin' 90 down the street Swear my whole gang we eat Ima come up off this flip Then show you how I shine All this money gettin' to my mind I wake up and think grind I sleep with the 9 f** a hoe leave me on her mind Then kick her out I ain't got time I finesse from 6 to 9 Roll me up anotha one, pour me up anotha cup I'm just tryna get lit f** all that other sh** Smokin' gas got me low And I'm off some other stuff I'm high my chains low Whippin' in dat Range Ro Your girl gave me brain tho I'm Nick 3 chains tho SBM my gang ho That's it