YNW Melly - Jesse Owen$ Lyrics

Oh aye finesse, Jesse Owen$
My mixtape drop that shit
Shout out the OTL
Oh aye finesse, Jesse Owen$
Jesse what up nigga?
Killing em in the streets

I ain’t worried bout these hoes I’m tryna get the gwalla
I just run into the money like I’m sowing dollars
That ain’t Molly in your swisher boy you smoking flakka
Put that 40 to your eye and I’m gon Fetty Wap you
I go bussing after school they thought I had a chopper
Had the police looking for me with a helicopter
I be frank, I be rocking Gucci Louis Prada
I’m from Glenfor yeah I grew up with the fucking robbers

Ooh, finesse, finesse
Jesse Owen$ I be running up the check
I know you want me baby girl don’t try to flex
Try to fex and keep it real
You like the way that I finesse
Finessing, finessing
Everywhere I go I keep the Smith and Wesson
Finnesing, finessing
We running to the money and progressing

Ooh finesse, my ace bitch hate me say she wish we never met
Fuck a Jag, skrrt pull up in a jet
And I got good on all my niggas that’s why I flex
I will roll round tryna get the cash in every way
Jay Green told me it was time to eat I went to grab a plate
If you owe me ain’t no broke and pussy boy you better pay
You moving slow I like my money fast lil nigga on delay
Why you acting like a stranger girl I thought you were my bae
I ain’t asking for too much lil bougie keep that shit okay
I be flexing and finessing I be grueling in your face
You don’t really like that shit right there cause that shit [?] hoe
Ooh, finesse, finesse
Baking soda got me writing all them checks
Don’t pretend that you want me girl but put that shit the past
Ain’t tryna talk to you I’m finna write a check
Write a check, a hundred k I’m almost at a mil
They still ain’t call me tryna sign me for a deal
This shit you rap bout you be doing that shit for real
You about writing the script but we act it for real
Right now baby you can call me [?]
It’s a good thing she be sucking on me like a meal
Like a rogue chain hit the jeweller cost accumulate
Bitch i’m waving 90s baby sauce dripping like a [?]
She a freak I like how she bend that over touch her feet
Bring it back, bust it open let me see that pretty thing
She a freak I like how she bend that over touch her feet
Bring it back, bust it open let me see that pretty thing

Ooh, finesse, finesse
Baking soda got me writing up a check
I got gold all on my wrist and on my neck
She call me Robin cause I’m fly over the jet
Ooh, finesse, finesse
Baking soda got me writing up a check
I got gold all on my wrist and on my neck
She call me Robin cause I’m fly over the jet