[Intro: Good Finesse]
It's the elevator music
It's that shit you play when you in the elevator ridin' and cruisin' [?] thirty-second floor, n***a (What are you gonna do? You gonna kill 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

[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***as lookin' weird, so I had to pull the blick 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***as lookin' weird, so I had to pull the blick out
You had me then you lost me, so I guess you finna miss out

[Verse 1: Good Finesse]
Bust for a hundred, then I took a trip to James'
You n***as 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 blicks on me, you still ridin' with that stock clip?
You hangin' with a n***a that just told, that's some cop shit
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***as 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***as lookin' weird, so I had to pull the blick 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***as lookin' weird, so I had to pull the blick out
You had me then you lost me, so I guess you finna miss out

[Verse 2: Ralfy the Plug]
You don't suck dick, bitch? 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
Bitch, my neck hurt, I done iced my whole kit out
N***a 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 shittin' on n***as
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***as lookin' weird, so I had to pull the blick 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***as lookin' weird, so I had to pull the blick 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 shit 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***as 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***as corny, rappin' shit I live about
He got his first kit in 2023, n***a, sit down (Shit)
I ain't really gotta say much
Stinc Team ballin' and we don't never got our chains tucked
Just jumped a bitch in the club, made it rain, huh?
All these hundreds in my pocket, n***a, we not the same, bruh

[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***as lookin' weird, so I had to pull the blick 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***as lookin' weird, so I had to pull the blick out
You had me then you lost me, so I guess you finna miss out