Fingers Hurtin

Fingers hurting cause I do a lot of counting
When you talking ‘bout that coke I got a mountain
When you talking ‘bout them trees I got a forest
When you talking ‘bout that lean I got a fountain
I just knocked your bitch I told her to try it
Now this shit is apart of her diet
I be pimping she be hoeing at the Hyatt
Boys come she gone tuck it and be quiet
I just stacked a eight of syrup with a xanny
They for me but they prescriptioned for your granny
I be flexing when I get it like a Grammy
Words slurred only some can understand me
Pants sagging just to show them horses
Bentley’s Beamer’s Benz’s Audi’s and them Porche’s
Gotta whip this work for years wait for your mortgage
Everytime I stop they stare cause it’s so gorgeous
I don’t workout but I be flexing
I’m the reason niggas be like who you texting
I’m at the trap and her metro on discretion
I ain’t a teacher but I’ll teach that boy a lesson
Fingers hurting cause I do a lot of counting
When you talking bout that coke I got a mountain
Fingers hurting cause I count a lot of Gouda
You can catch me in my foreign with a shooter
Fingers hurting cause I count a lot of cash
Foreign got at least 200 on the dash
Fingers hurting cause I count a lot of cheddar
I ain’t famous but she knew me ‘fore I met her
Young Banga I be flexing through the summer
Your nigga broke damn I know that that’s a bummer
I won’t fuck her unless I’m getting something from her
Save a hoe bitch I don’t even save numbers
I knocked your bitch right after you paid her
And she brought it to the table like a waiter
I’m a player but her man say I’m a hater
He call me names but his bitch gon call me later
Want a problem ima be the one to solve it
Even if i was the one to cause it
Every morning I wake up to a deposit
Gucci Louie Ferragamo in my closet
Your bitch want me to see her naked
I slapped your bitch and I didn’t get arrested
You slapped your bitch and you went down for domestic
You bounced out and you took that hoe to breakfast square
Fingers hurting cause I do a lot of counting
When you talking bout that coke I got a mountain
Fingers hurting cause I count a lot of Gouda
You can catch me in my foreign with a shooter
Fingers hurting cause I count a lot of cash
Foreign got at least 200 on the dash
Fingers hurting cause I count a lot of cheddar
I ain’t famous but she knew me ‘fore I met her
Put the pedal to the metal and I smash
And get in another foreign if I crash
This lil bitch I’m with I make her pump the gas
You said you fucked her like I care about her past
These niggas poodles boy they bark but they not biting
Seen them niggas in the county they was fighting
Yeah they rap but they don’t do it they be writing
Please explain bruh I need to be enlightened
Tell your bitch I need some money just to kick it
She like how I be swagging when I whip it
I cop a pack I wrap it then I ship it
My outta state trap jumping like a cricket
When you talking bout that coke I got a mountain
When you talking bout them trees I got a forest
When you talking bout that lean I got a fountain
When you talking bout them flowers I’m a florist bitch
Fingers hurting cause I do a lot of counting
When you talking bout that coke I got a mountain
Fingers hurting cause I count a lot of Gouda
You can catch me in my foreign with a shooter
Fingers hurting cause I count a lot of cash
Foreign got at least 200 on the dash
Fingers hurting cause I count a lot of cheddar
I ain’t famous but she knew me ‘fore I met her