Lil Willie - Finer Things Lyrics

Who's gonna own this business, huh
Backstabbing f*cks that don't respect where they come from
After all the blood we put into this, y'all
You do what you gotta do with me, but you're gonna be in the war

Whether you like it or not
Let me finish what I started, but with enough juice this time to make it stick
I kill them all
They say you gon' make it, baby

I've been grinding now and later
I fill her up, plottin' on the big bucks
Bitch, I got em backseat bumpin'
She done got that munchies the za got her upset

I done got the double beds
Her and her friend, they gotta butt yea
Henny in my cup roll my Runtz yea
I need a amber rose , I like sluts yea'

It's a new phone, ready to drop my next hit
Bitch, what you say
I got old ways
I got them on four way

I woke up to four plays
Bitch, forever dreams like I'm Rosay
Baby, don't get messy
I ain't see your message

Ima let that bread talk
Local niggas ain't got no sauce
I done took too many losses
I'm a boss

I done took too many losses
Got a win
Tunnel vision locked in
Cutting off my friends

I ain't taking no shorts
I got up again
I don't know if you know, but I'm on the hen
I ain't giving my soul up

I ain't never sober
I say, please don't make my drink with no soda
They like Facebook, how I know you
I've been plotting on the win

All these racks on my radar
I got no heart, like I'm Adolf
I got hoop dreams , ballin' like I'm in a playoffs
That's for my haters

Counting another check, yeah
Pop another X whoa
Counting up a blue check
Trapping out the metro

Take another shot, yeah
35, just to swim on my block, yeah
I want 2 a zip
I want 24 a week

Nigga, love to hate on my sound, but they know my shit elite
I pop X and I go rounds
She keep squirting on my sheets
Bitches, you gon' hold me down if they take me out these streets

I say, hell nah
I done seen it all
Yeah, I keep flexing on my haters
I just stand tall

You got a way that we can make it
Just keep me involved
One day, I just woke up in space
I can see the stars

I'm really on Mars
I drink foreign cars
I turn the tune on
I put my crew on

Hope they don't do wrong
I get the energy in my system
I make new songs
I keep these bitches in they feelings

I get new hoes
Bitch, I'm going all the way
I can't make it make sense
I've been in the basement

Yeah, bitch, I'm going all the way
Bitch, I'm going all the way
I ain't got no time to play
I just want to finer things

By the day you get finer
I just want to put you in designer
Oh
I just want to put you in design

By the day you get fine
Oh
I just want to put you in design