"Fine Ass" lyrics

Yeah, for real baby
(Paupa got beats, makin' history)
You should let me put it on you with your fine ass
You should let me put it on you with your fine ass
I got paper, I can work you with my finances

You should lemme put it on you with your fine ass
You should lemme spend it on you with your fine ass
I got paper, I can work you with my finances
Fuck with me and I can show you upper high classes

Girl you got me in my bag, I'm tryna spend some
Beat it up, beat it up, already gettin' sum yaaa
I'm a player so you better not tell your friends nothin
They gon' know the deal soon as they see the Benz comin, yeah
From the labeled I've been posted in Atlanta
So when I'm home you know I gotta keep the hammer
LV my FP and bandana
Your last nigga don't know how to run them bands up
If you're a bad ass bitch put your hands up
Thumb them band ass bitch put your hands up
Don't let no broke nigga dm ya
Square cash make you look at him different
But lil' mamma I'm just tryna spend some time with you
Rass co Pee Co Number nine with you
Lil' Skateboard P, bump and grind with you
You a real bad ting, slow whine witcho
I'ma pull up on you prolly bumpin' 03
I'ma pull up on you prolly slapping Jon B
Gave her the number to the trap so she can find me
And if they tell you I ain't here they prolly lying
Ooh, you got the shit ma
That make a nigga wanna hit-a-lick, ma
That make me wanna go get you a wrist watch
With them big rocks, that don't tick tock
Ooh baby, You make me wanna fly you to the angels
And just fuck you crazy
Do somethin', you my new somethin'
New bruise, new coupe, all blue sum
Know I run them bands up, keep them blues comin'
No cake on her face, she don't use nothin'
Let a bitch violate, she gone do somethin'
This that durag match your toe shit
Fuck them broke hoes, they don't know shit
This that you hold my bank roll shit
Fuck up the store shit, my little hoe shit

You should lemme put it on you with your fine ass
You should lemme spend it on you with your fine ass
I got paper, I can put you with my finances
From the gutta, I can show you upper high classes

Ohh fuck with me baby
And fuck with me babyy
Yeah Yeah yeah