Fingers Hurting

[Produced by Metro Boomin] [Hook] She live in Fort Lauderdale and I'm closer to South Beach I told her to come over, she said, "okay, don't fall asleep" She say she can be my housewife and keep my house clean I say shut the fuck up, put this dick back in your mouth please I don’t see nothing wrong with some mouth and lip service Tunechi in this bitch, I'm tighter than a pinched nerve, bitch I didn't answer my phone, I said I couldn't get service My new Nina just told me that she sick of being a virgin [Verse 1] Bagging up the work for a hour, fingers hurtin Let my bitches help, before they leave I check they purses Sorry for the wait, the confusion, the disturbance Got me movin' weight, prostitution, and these verses Whippin' in the kitchen, in the trap house with my shirt off I'ma get these millions and I put that on my first born Got that old Juvie bumpin', talkin' bout the third ward The D.A. was a dick and the judge was a jerk off Got a bad bitch body curvy like a curveball Let her drank too much, now her pussy taste like Smirnoff Sleepin' on chinchilla, boy, I'm cozy like a fur ball Fuck the other side nigga we could have a turf war Sorry for the wait, had to drop this part two and shit Just to let you know that a nigga still doin' it Workin' like a slave on my Roots part two shit Gotta let 'em know that Lil Tunechi still Tunechi, bitch Bop bop bop Fuck with me wrong, get that hammer Thank God I'm home from the slammer, was gone for the hammer Stompin' the yard like a gamma, niggas was goin' bananas I'm calm like a camel, I'm smokin' that strong like a camel I bet my life when we gamble Y'all shippin' keys, we shippin' grand pianos I'm in that Lam Diablo, pew like ammo I'm gone, two fingers up, bitch, I'm gone Rich forever; Jerry Jones I gotta hustle, keepin' my destiny goin' Like the House of Deréon This plane that I'm on is private, my very own So no checkin' my carry-ons She sent a picture naked, I said it's on [Hook] [Verse 2] Now I don't get excited nigga, I just get exotic I don't get invited to these bitches pity parties I don't do narcotic even though a nigga got it Countin' all this money, I feel like I got arthritis Baggin' up the work for a hour, fingers hurtin' Let my bitches help me, 'fore they leave I check their purses Sorry for the wait, the confusion, the disturbance Boy we movin' weight, prostitution and these verses Whippin in the kitchen in the trap house with my shirt off I'm gon' get these millions and I put that on my first born Got that old Juvie bumpin', talkin' 'bout the third ward The DA was a dick and the judge was a jerk off We yellin' suwoop, suwoop, suwoop Yeah, you hear us yellin', suwoop, suwoop, suwoop Blood gang, nigga And it's that Sorry 4 the Wait 2 And I'm so sorry for the wait too Sorry for the wait, had to drop that part two and shit Just to let you know that a nigga still doin' it Workin' like a slave, talking Roots part two and shit Sorry for the wait, Lil Tunechi still Tunechi bitch