The Finer Things

They be like, «Who that? Who that?» It’s the motherfucker with the strap
Lay 'em down one by one these suckers don’t pay the tax (Brra)
I can never fuck with a broke bitch unless that thing is scratched
Hoppin' out the '64, blowin' knees and the
There ain’t no politickin' so don’t you come my way
Ain’t no dealin' with bitches who can’t even hold they own weight
I’m like a lion in the jungle, better yet a gorilla
My mind is stressin' from all the bullshit that I done witnessed
I never step foot out the crib without my nine-millimeter
A dosage of paranoia 'cause partner, these streets will eat ya
I done seen too many players fall victim up to the game
Some forget that this is chess and not checkers so plot your way
I used to dream 'bout the finer things
Takin' my mama out the hood, whippin' wooden grains
But now I’m whippin' on a new every single day
Pourin' the Ace of Spades, swimmin' in champagne, couple pinky rings
I used to dream 'bout the finer things
Takin' my mama out the hood, whippin' wooden grains
But now I’m whippin' on a new every single day
Pourin' the Ace of Spades, swimmin' in champagne, couple pinky rings
I’m on the move, sucker niggas thinkin' we cool
I’m gettin' money from Killa Cali to Baton Rogue
Y’all can’t even get on my level, you niggas minuscule
Hangin' on my nutsack, cousin, you really pitiful
I’m in the sixth straight, contemplatin' a payday
Puffin' the candy green, put a bitch on like I’m Ray J
You see this pimpin' but deep inside of my veins
Cold-blooded young bitch breaker, keep a distance from these lames, uh
I used to dream 'bout the finer things
Takin' my mama out the hood, whippin' wooden grains
But now I’m whippin' on a new every single day
Pourin' the Ace of Spades, swimmin' in champagne, couple pinky rings
I used to dream 'bout the finer things
Takin' my mama out the hood, whippin' wooden grains
But now I’m whippin' on a new every single day
Pourin' the Ace of Spades, swimmin' in champagne, couple pinky rings