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Nayvadius Cash (born Nayvadius Wilburn on November 20, 1983), better known by his stage name Future, is an American musician from Kirkwood, Atlanta, Georgia. He is signed to the record label Epic Records. more »

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(Dy Krazy)
Man, This sound like the first and third shit
(D. Hill)

Yeah, finessin and trappin and trappin and trappin
'Nessin and trappin and trappin and trappin
Finessin and trappin and trappin and trappin
Finessin and trappin, yeah

Finessin and trappin and trappin and trappin
Finessin and trappin and trappin and trappin
Finessin and trappin, yeah
Finessin and trappin, whoa

Drinkin on Lean by the four (whoa)
Anywhere I go, I glow (whoa)
First and the third in row (whoa)
Junkies, they beatin down the door (woo)
Thumb through that check when I count up that check
Like I'm playing three dice, I'm breakin the bank
Servin the fish, they be draining your nose
Trappin and rappin and droppin off loads

Secret department, it's stacked with the pole
Step in designer, this is your door
Trappin these bitches from Hong Kong
Makin my digits, I'm long gone
Pitching them chickens like John Smoltz
Get on that thot, she say, "Bravo"
Serve out the spot, don't get the nacho
Turbo, I smash it on popo
Ain't no tail on the Maybach, the fish bowl
Movin narcotics with pink toes
Had to go buy me a mink coat
Cook up a key and whip up a key
Ain't talkin piano
Came from the streets
Got on my feet and hoped in the Lambo
I had a plug before I got a buzz
I bought me a bando
I'm on the drugs and I'm on that mud
I count on two hundo
F*ck all them dubs, ain't no one to trust
You gotta let your gun go
I told your mom, she gon pop shit for lil' Marlo 
Blah, blah, yeah

Yeah, finessin and trappin and trappin and trappin
'Nessin and trappin and trappin and trappin
Finessin and trappin and trappin and trappin
Finessin and trappin, yeah

Finessin and trappin and trappin and trappin
Finessin and trappin and trappin and trappin
Finessin and trappin, yeah
Finessin and trappin, whoa

Drinkin on Lean by the four (whoa)
Anywhere I go, I glow (I glow)
First and the third in row (woo)
Junkies, they beatin down the door (woo)
Thumb through that check when I count up that check
Like I'm playing three dice, I'm breakin the bank
Servin the fish, they be draining your nose
Trappin and rappin and droppin off loads

First and third, we rollin, I jump in the deuce 
And I make that shit jump to a four, nigga
I get theses bitches for low, out in lil Mexico
D comin straight off the border
And I'm stackin this bricks, I been servin the heart
Got me whippin and workin, I'm cookin that order
Ain't know that was a dub, but I hit it once, sike
Fucked her for brunch and lunch
When the plug sent a thousand, better give it a month
I don't want the fish scale, give me that dope
Eight years old, when I jumped off the porch
By the time I was ten, niggas gave me the ropes
'Bout twelve years old, I'ma the baby lil GOAT
Nigga fourteen, fuckin on a grown up hoe
When I come to your place, gotta know I'm on the go
And I only use the stove when I'm whippin that dope
Got a free Jaguar
I send a G, hit the rock to the face
And I bought me a 9 with the 9 with the pay toll
Loan from behind nigga I move the Yay
Young nigga kickin that dope, uh
I'm rockin all white like I'm a Pope
And i'm still a young nigga but I give you some hope (Young)

Yeah, finessin and trappin and trappin and trappin
'Nessin and trappin and trappin and trappin
Finessin and trappin and trappin and trappin
Finessin and trappin, yeah

Finessin and trappin and trappin and trappin
Finessin and trappin and trappin and trappin
Finessin and trappin, yeah
Finessin and trappin, whoa

Drinkin on Lean by the four (whoa)
Anywhere I go, I glow (whoa)
First and the third in row (woo)
Junkies, they beatin down the door (woo)
Thumb through that check when I count up that check
Like I'm playing three dice, I'm breakin the bank
Servin the fish, they be draining your nose
Trappin and rappin and droppin off loads

Lamborghini, baby I'm turnt
I don't want a bitch, she burnt
I was gettin money back then, ask whoever
Million dollar spots, on God, I had several
Now I'm booked up, you can check my schedule 
Swear I ain't regular
Two hunnid racks for these shows
I used to package the bow, he finessed if he go
Up in the scrap if he don't
First and third every day on my phone
We put them passions on 
Run through the 6 with this shit
I took a risk to get rich
Me and Marlo on the highway
He go his way, I go on my way
You can smell it from the driveway
F*ck the neighbors, they can call 'em
Hope my country boy get all 'em
We ride the traffic tomorrow
Get a condo for the guala
It ain't impossible, I used to drive an Impala
Still riding 'round with that choppa
That's how I gotta be
I don't see nobody stoppin me 
I'm in the Pent', ain't nobody on top of me
Still in the hood, I feel like it's a part of me
I ran it up , I made it out of poverty
Is you proud of me?

Yeah, finessin and trappin and trappin and trappin
'Nessin and trappin and trappin and trappin
Finessin and trappin and trappin and trappin
Finessin and trappin, yeah

Finessin and trappin and trappin and trappin
Finessin and trappin and trappin and trappin
Finessin and trappin, yeah
Finessin and trappin, whoa

Drinkin on Lean by the four (whoa)
Anywhere I go, I glow (whoa)
First and the third in row (woo)
Junkies, they beatin down the door (woo)
Thumb through that check when I count up that check
Like I'm playing three dice, I'm breakin the bank
Servin the fish, they be draining your nose
Trappin and rappin and droppin off loads

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