"Fine Fine" lyrics
Huh
(Yeah, eat it up Champ, eat it up)
Real championship right here man
These niggas can't stop the champ, man, you know what's going on
Let's go
Thought it was over, I'm back on they head
They thought it was over, I'm still on the meds
Four pockets full of that money, like Cede
Gun with the pencil and it got lead
Trapping all day, we ain't going to bed
Don't ask me for shit, who talks to the bed?
Draw with the sticks, how you want to play it?
Broke nigga, you already dead
Bad bitch with me, she fine, fine
Nigga, get from 'round, don't waste my time
Counting up money, you worry about mine
Before I go broke, I break it all down in dimes
You ain't talking bout money, you wasting my time
This Dior not fit applying, when I left, had the dick on her mind
Getting the money, ain't wasting no time
Beat up the trap and the pussy like champion (Hood)
Hood nigga, she ain't know I was a gentleman
Three bitches, salt, pepper, cinnamon
Claim you a killer, then why I ain't dead?
Walked in the rap game, already fed
Kodak, they flash, I'ma spray it
I said, "Kiss my lawyers or talk to the feds"
You can leave on your drawers, I just want some head
Kickback, watching these niggas flex on the internet
When I see 'em, they ain't talking 'bout shit
I'ma feel like a bully, he look like a puppy
I see it in his eyes, he really a bitch
I came up stealing and trapping for shit
Rich in the hoods and apartments and Vick
You was a doorman, the rap was your fix
Columbia High, I ain't hang with no clique
Can't tell you what to believe, nigga, Bad bitches rolling my weed, nigga
Came in with the racks, I'ma leave with 'em (Yeah, I'ma leave with 'em)
I hit that pussy like Creed, Gettles
Stuffing these racks in my Amiri denim
Fuck all these niggas, I know they ain't with them
Can't treat me like I'm a victim, I'm vivid
I shot at them rappers, I ain't trying to diss them
300 Spartan, got war in my system
Ain't scaring nothing but your fans, fake killers
Spanish bitch with a tan, she vanilla
Ooh, shooters equipped like a Triller
Long live Rocky, forever my nigga
Put some respect on it, nigga
Shot me a nigga on Gresham and went twenty west on that nigga
Yeah, you a little specimen, nigga
Free Trap Lord, they arrested my nigga
Yeah, I get fresher than vegetable, nigga
I run up the commas, you a decimal, nigga
Bad bitch with me, she fine, fine
Nigga, get from 'round, don't waste my time
Counting up money, you worry about mine
Before I go broke, I break it all down in dimes
You ain't talking bout money, you wasting my time
This Dior not fit applying, when I left, had the dick on her mind
Getting the money, ain't wasting no time
(Yeah, eat it up Champ, eat it up)
Real championship right here man
These niggas can't stop the champ, man, you know what's going on
Let's go
Thought it was over, I'm back on they head
They thought it was over, I'm still on the meds
Four pockets full of that money, like Cede
Gun with the pencil and it got lead
Trapping all day, we ain't going to bed
Don't ask me for shit, who talks to the bed?
Draw with the sticks, how you want to play it?
Broke nigga, you already dead
Bad bitch with me, she fine, fine
Nigga, get from 'round, don't waste my time
Counting up money, you worry about mine
Before I go broke, I break it all down in dimes
You ain't talking bout money, you wasting my time
This Dior not fit applying, when I left, had the dick on her mind
Getting the money, ain't wasting no time
Beat up the trap and the pussy like champion (Hood)
Hood nigga, she ain't know I was a gentleman
Three bitches, salt, pepper, cinnamon
Claim you a killer, then why I ain't dead?
Walked in the rap game, already fed
Kodak, they flash, I'ma spray it
I said, "Kiss my lawyers or talk to the feds"
You can leave on your drawers, I just want some head
Kickback, watching these niggas flex on the internet
When I see 'em, they ain't talking 'bout shit
I'ma feel like a bully, he look like a puppy
I see it in his eyes, he really a bitch
I came up stealing and trapping for shit
Rich in the hoods and apartments and Vick
You was a doorman, the rap was your fix
Columbia High, I ain't hang with no clique
Can't tell you what to believe, nigga, Bad bitches rolling my weed, nigga
Came in with the racks, I'ma leave with 'em (Yeah, I'ma leave with 'em)
I hit that pussy like Creed, Gettles
Stuffing these racks in my Amiri denim
Fuck all these niggas, I know they ain't with them
Can't treat me like I'm a victim, I'm vivid
I shot at them rappers, I ain't trying to diss them
300 Spartan, got war in my system
Ain't scaring nothing but your fans, fake killers
Spanish bitch with a tan, she vanilla
Ooh, shooters equipped like a Triller
Long live Rocky, forever my nigga
Put some respect on it, nigga
Shot me a nigga on Gresham and went twenty west on that nigga
Yeah, you a little specimen, nigga
Free Trap Lord, they arrested my nigga
Yeah, I get fresher than vegetable, nigga
I run up the commas, you a decimal, nigga
Bad bitch with me, she fine, fine
Nigga, get from 'round, don't waste my time
Counting up money, you worry about mine
Before I go broke, I break it all down in dimes
You ain't talking bout money, you wasting my time
This Dior not fit applying, when I left, had the dick on her mind
Getting the money, ain't wasting no time
