[Intro: Good Finesse]

(Take your Resource, nigga, stop playin')

Ayy

[Chorus: Good Finesse]

I’m tryna blamp for like a quarter ticket

I ain't even pull no money out, but she know I get it

You ain't talkin’ 'bout no chicken then you know I'm missing

And I stay on niggas' top like a fuckin' fitted

I'm tryna blamp for like a quarter ticket

I ain't even pull no money out, but she know I get it

You ain't talkin’ ’bout no chicken then you know I'm missing

And I stay on niggas’ top like a fuckin' fitted

[Verse 1: Young Bull]

Top nigga in my city, better ask around

Trophies on my neck shinin', they glisten so bright

A hundred to the face got a nigga feelin' right

Yeah, he bad, but you broke, you ain’t really my type

Finna blind, I be gone in the blink of an eye

Stay on a nigga top, don't be actin' surprised

Shooters knockin' off fitteds, headshot him, he won't survive

I'm on some other shit, tryna take a trip to Dubai

And if he talkin' 'bout some money then I'm interested

This shit ain't nothin' to me, I've been bust for Ben Franklin

Off this four of Wockhardt, he sippin' Silver Satin

I bust for hundreds every day, nigga, stop playin'

[Chorus: Good Finesse]

I'm tryna blamp for like a quarter ticket

I ain't even pull no money out, but she know I get it

You ain't talkin' 'bout no chicken then you know I'm missing

And I stay on niggas' top like a fuckin' fitted

I'm tryna blamp for like a quarter ticket

I ain't even pull no money out, but she know I get it

You ain't talkin' 'bout no chicken then you know I'm missing

And I stay on niggas' top like a fuckin' fitted

[Verse 2]

I see the money everywhere 'cause I got tunnel vision

And I put the plays together, I'm the head coach

And I'll drop any bitch if she say no

You ever had a bad bitch give you a big loaf?

You only had a weak bitch make you beat loaf

And you know I got it bad, but I can't be broke

Quarter ticket out the yeah like a free throw

And I'm off that Wockhardt, not that beer juice

You ain't talkin' big money, I can't hear you

And I'm on these niggas' top every time I drop

And I know I'm finna bust it, Mr. Pull it Out

Top nigga, top floor 'cause I'm a trophy [?] (Ayy)

[Chorus: Good Finesse]

I'm tryna blamp for like a quarter ticket

I ain't even pull no money out, but she know I get it

You ain't talkin' 'bout no chicken then you know I'm missing

And I stay on niggas' top like a fuckin' fitted

I'm tryna blamp for like a quarter ticket

I ain't even pull no money out, but she know I get it

You ain't talkin' 'bout no chicken then you know I'm missing

And I stay on niggas' top like a fuckin' fitted