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Jesse Owen$
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Ooh, finesse
Jesse Owens all up in the check, check, check
Pull up in a-
Me and Stupid throw the life of the party
I ain't worried 'bout these hoes, I'm tryna get the guala
I'm just runnin' to the money like I'm Zoe Dollar
That ain't molly in your swisher, boy, you smokin' flocka
Put that .40 to your eye and I'ma fed it, wipe ya
Got to bustin' after school, they thought I had a chopper
Had the police lookin' for me with the helicopter
I be fresh, I be rockin' Gucci, Louis, Prada
I'm from Giffa, yeah, I grew up with them fuckin' robbers
Ooh, finesse, finesse
Jesse Owens, I be runnin' up the check, up the check
I know you want me, baby girl, don't try to flex
Try to flex and keep it real, you like the way that I finesse
Finessin', finessin'
Everywhere I go, I keep the Smith & Wesson
Finessin', finessin'
Road runnin' to the money, I'm progressin'
Ooh, finesse
My ex bitch hate me, say she wish we never met
Fuck a jet, skrrt, pull up in a jet
And I got gold all on my neck, that's why I flex
I was road runnin', tryna get that cash in every way
J Green told me it was time to eat, I went and grabbed a plate
If you owe me, ain't no buckin', pussy boy, you better pay
You movin' slow, I like my money fat, lil' nigga, andale
Why you actin' like a stranger, girl? I thought you was my bae
I ain't askin' for too much, lil' boo, just keep that shit 1K
I be flexin' and finessin', I be gamin' in your face
You don't really like that shit right there '
Cause that shit the heavyweight, hold up
Ooh, finesse, finesse
Baking soda got me runnin' up a check, up a check
I know you want me, girl, but put that shit to rest
Ain't tryna talk to you if it ain't 'bout a check, 'bout a check
Eight hundred K, I'm almost at a mil' (I'm almost at a mil')
They still ain't call me, tryna sign me for a deal (For a deal)
That shit you rap 'bout, we be doin' that shit
For real (We be doin' that shit for real)
You rap about the streets, but we outchea for real
I'm a road runner, baby, you can call me Eminem
That's your boo thang, she be suckin' on me like a meme
Fuck a rope chain, hit the jeweler, cop a cuban link
Bitch, I'm wavy, not his baby sauce, drippin' like a fiend
She a freak, I like how she bend it over, touch her feet
Bring it back, bust it open, let me see that pretty dick
She a freak, I like how she bend it over, touch her feet
Bring it back, bust it open, let me see that pretty dick
Ooh, finesse, finesse
Baking soda got me runnin' up a check, up a check
I got gold all on my wrist and on my neck, on my neck
She call me Robin 'cause I'm flyer than a jet, than a jet
Ooh, finesse, finesse
Baking soda got me runnin' up a check, up a check
I got gold all on my wrist and on my neck, on my neck
She call me Robin 'cause I'm flyer than a jet, than a jet
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