Phonte - Finer Things lyrics

[Intro] It's about 12 o'clock [Hook: Phonte] She say she want the finest things She say she want the finer things in life She say she want the finest things She say she want the finer things in life And I know she wanna (x2) She say she want the finer things (x2) [Verse 1: MED] Trying to put you on beyond We on eon, the stars away No neon thoughts about Broadway Cigar, the don way, calm Hard, ain't a damn thing flown Poor thing miss, soft kiss the scars of kings Crowns made of skeleton to bling Caffeine to the nerve Wait, I verb it out Got to sing it to the words, off key Peace, beauty and the beef Beats at your piece With a 3-piece crease Tryna to impress the fee Holla with a dollar, get a hotter product The winning team velvet me out the goblet How they won't tell Our love will fail With a author I pen her to the sheet, stroke novels Full throttle on the link cast beats Like Sonic underwater for the brink Need dollars Do the knowledge right Lit a blunt from a candle light Candle lies, find finer things in life [Verse 2: Likewise] This remind me of Merlot This remind me of fur coats This remind me of purple, crown royal It sound royal when you let Madlib design sound for you Boomin' out the Yamaha's violin k**ing like a Kamikaze pilot Spit flames like a Molotov ignited But somebody got to write it Songs for the girls cause somebody got to buy it Soft skin and scented lotion, liquors open Hop in girl, let's get in motion Bending corners, bumping the emotions Left coasting, let's smoke it Going deep like I'm breast stroking Going long like I'm Rex Grossman I get stretched open Head banging, sh** Neck broken Cause it be like that Baby girl, don't look at me like that (She say she want the finer things) Cause it be like that Baby girl, don't look at me like that [Hook: Phonte] She say she want the finest things She say she want the finer things in life She say she want the finest things She say she want the finer things in life And I know she wanna (x2) She say she want the finer things (x2) [Verse 3: Phonte] Hold me down when I'm on a tour A marriage of the mind is no common law Dance floor Two-step into some old school Cause bands make her dance Like the Commodores Do me long, do me strong Make me want it more Make me give to you whims Make me want to crawl Make me want to ball Drop all of it Spend a night on the town So star studded Black car, living on the rush, card budget Y'all love it [Verse 4: Blu] I kissed her with a goodbye after breakfast She sent the text saying she was back in Texas I miss her like the night we would drive the Lexus The homie owe me lettuce, so he let us I find her phone number in my old cell Try to build a home with her, not a hotel Mama stay put, oh well She don't tell Cellphone clientele, no Hov and Kells Fiesta, she all dressed up Back in my mind I'm tryna find when we messed up She whine and dine But when dimes get spent up I wonder will she give me back that time I lent her We gettin' bent in the Benz with the friends Makes you think was she worth in the end, huh? I wonder what she do when she think players Players [Hook: Phonte] She say she want the finest things She say she want the finer things in life She say she want the finest things She say she want the finer things in life And I know she wanna (x2) She say she want the finer things (x2)