Finer Things

[Produced by Young Chop] [Hook: Lil Herb] I want the finer things I wanna ride foreign cars and rock designer jeans I wanna see my whole squad on the top with me Straight from the block with me Money is everything, money is everything Bitches don't mean shit to me Give a fuck 'bout nothin' but countin' these hundreds Don't show no sympathy Y'all niggas gettin' money and your team ain't stuntin' That don't make sense to me Money is everything I want the finer things, foreigns and designer jeans [Verse 1: Lil Herb] I prefer the finer things, I've been sayin' I wanna go so much Tryna work, she ain't got no time for me Look at her with a smirk like "Bitch you nuts, you weren't on the grind with me Now you just wanna shine with me I ain't got no time for you, that's why you ain't got no time for me" Bitch just last year I was dead-ass broke Spittin' all these rhymes for free You wasn't on me then Now I'm countin' these bands, hoes wanna spend time with me Mama told me son when you get up, hoes gon' come after me But bitches don't mean shit to me Got a fuck bro just to get to me [Hook: Lil Herb] [Verse 2: Lil Herb] I can't show no sympathy Spendin' all this guap, buy lil' bro a Glock to kill all my enemies And I know you heard when them M's come through There go them frenemies, them niggas can't even get near me Unless you was in the field with me And niggas wasn't out here in the field with me My niggas 100, I love my squad cause I know they gon' kill for me And when I die, let them hatin' ass niggas come through Cause I know they gon' feel for me And my hoes get a kiss Cause they know they'll never meet a nigga as real as me I'm the youngest and the realest and the hottest With a style these niggas tryna steal from me, huh? [Hook: Lil Herb]