FINE$$A HUDGEN$

HOOK (Mykey)

I'm a FINE$$A, no HUDGEN$
I need a bag no discussion
Bands on my body
I see y'all still on that fuck shit
Woah

I made your man kick the bucket like woah
I blow a bag, got no budget I'm grown
I don't depend on no luck, in my zone
Half of these thotties gone buss it I know

VERSE 1 (Mykey)

Catching these bodies like fuck it, I'm cold
Baddies be on me, I'm covered in hoes
Niggas act funny like comedy shows
I'm with your bitch and she probably toed

Sippin on wok
Dripping like Voss
Hitting that NoS
I fly on the road

I got my eye on the goal
I might just move to an island alone
Nigga I'm high as the moon
I put a dyke in the mood

I might just fly to the moon
Might put the pipe in your boo
No time to fight with your goons
Pull up I hop out I shoot (x2)

Don't got it construed?
I had a dollar or two and a dream
See I was hoping I could hop in a coup with my fiends
Say lil nigga I ain't fucking with you or your team
And to be honest I done paid all the dues and the fees
Got your boo on her knees like oou!
Pull up in a suit on the scene like Bruce
(uh uh uh,!)

HOOK (Mykey)

I'm a FINE$$A, no HUDGEN$
I need a bag no discussion
Bands on my body
I see y'all still on that fuck shit
Woah

I made your man kick the bucket like woah
I blow a bag, got no budget I'm grown
I don't depend on no luck, in my zone
Half of these thotties gone buss it I know

VERSE 2 (Nash Sable)

Casual capital, Tactical animal
Monetize music Geronimo [uh]
Gone boy I tell the bag Vamonos [vamonos]
I got em commas in comatose [that fetty]

Run me my bag or I pull up with slimes
Who won't let that shit slide dis dat runny nose [squaa]
God-body bags in the verse ya dig
No sleep I do dis for keeps [for reals]

If I do then I start off in cheeks [beat it]
Stay sweating these niggas, no Keith Hmm
Seen busy running with em fufu niggas
Bet em niggas gonna tell you that I kill it [splah]

Hella money on me, what a feelin [on God]
Got the blikkie on me for a reason [on God]
Shawty on my dick, got her tweaking [wet]
Sable disabled, no sick note

She swallow my skeet on the low low
Then I pull up on squad then we get po'd
My dogs and they bitches be cut throat
To zeezee on me is a no no