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letra de elevator music - good finesse

[intro: good finesse]
it’s the elevator music
it’s that sh-t you play when you in the elevator ridin’ and cruisin’ [?] thirty-second floor, n-gga (what are you gonna do? you gonna k!ll me, mr. j? what?)
top floor penthouse
bust for a hundred, then i went and iced the kit out
addicted to the money, stack it up, i got a big pile
ayy
ayy, ayy

[verse 1: good finesse]
bust for a hundred, then i took a trip to james’
you n-ggas wearin’ chains that i wore in second grade
i’m gettin’ big money, all blues, it ain’t no dubs in it
i stay up in the field, captain crunch, and need a mill’ ticket
two bl!cks on me, you still ridin’ with that stock clip?
you hangin’ with a n-gga that just told, that’s some cop sh-t
a hundred in the drum, yeah, i’m ridin’ with a mop stick
you had me then you lost me, now i’m in another continent
these n-ggas really rap cap, they life really fradulent
and i’m really in my bag, i’m tryna see which car to pick
hit the louis store, i’m tryna see which shoes i need
i’m addicted to the chip, all i know is bleed
[chorus: good finesse]
bust for a hundred, then i went and iced the kit out
addicted to the money, stack it up, i got a big pile
these n-ggas lookin’ weird, so i had to pull the bl!ck out
you had me then you lost me, so i guess you finna miss out
bust for a hundred, then i went and iced the kit out
addicted to the money, stack it up, i got a big pile
these n-ggas lookin’ weird, so i had to pull the bl!ck out
you had me then you lost me, so i guess you finna miss out

[verse 2: ralfy the plug]
you don’t suck d-ck, b-tch? you finna get kicked out
she was actin’ fishy, so i had to pull the stick out
i ain’t gon’ stop rappin’ ’til i’m chillin’ in a big house
b-tch, my neck hurt, i done iced my whole kit out
n-gga reach for my piece, leave him slumped like melatonin
i be with some big dogs, don’t make me stick ’em on you
you see gang and them, better know they got pistol on ’em
if you thought i was the plug, better know i got richer homies
that’s a thirty-six millimeter, that’s a lil’ rollie
i need some more tissue ’cause i keep sh-ttin’ on n-ggas
that’s a c-class, this an s-class, it’s a big ol’ difference
ralfy good in the hood ’cause i keep big old pistols, the plug

[chorus: good finesse]
bust for a hundred, then i went and iced the kit out
addicted to the money, stack it up, i got a big pile
these n-ggas lookin’ weird, so i had to pull the bl!ck out
you had me then you lost me, so i guess you finna miss out
bust for a hundred, then i went and iced the kit out
addicted to the money, stack it up, i got a big pile
these n-ggas lookin’ weird, so i had to pull the bl!ck out
you had me then you lost me, so i guess you finna miss out
[verse 3: young bull]
ayy, addicted to these racks, i keep pullin’ dog sh-t out
another hundred band jugg, i just pulled it out a bank pouch
in the field every day, i ain’t never took the safe route
all these n-ggas talkin’ money but they really tryna chase clout
pourin’ wock’, sippin’ mud, it ain’t never been a drought
mom, sorry, every day, he pump fakin’ on the couch
all these rap n-ggas corny, rappin’ sh-t i live about
he got his first kit in 2023, n-gga, sit down (sh-t)
i ain’t really gotta say much
stinc team ballin’ and we don’t never got our chains tucked
just jumped a b-tch in the club, made it rain, huh?
all these hundreds in my pocket, n-gga, we not the same, bruh

- good finesse

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