Elevator music Good Finesse (Ft. Ralfy the Plug & Young Bull)

[Intro: Good Finesse]
It's the elevator music
It's that shit you play when you in the elevator ridin' and cruisin' [?] thirty-second floor, nigga (What are you gonna do? You gonna kill me, Mr. J? What?)
Top floor penthouse
Bust for a hundred, then I went and iced the kit out
Addicted to the money, stack it up, I got a big pile
Ayy
Ayy, ayy

[Chorus: Good Finesse]
Bust for a hundred, then I went and iced the kit out
Addicted to the money, stack it up, I got a big pile
These niggas lookin' weird, so I had to pull the blick out
You had me then you lost me, so I guess you finna miss out
Bust for a hundred, then I went and iced the kit out
Addicted to the money, stack it up, I got a big pile
These niggas lookin' weird, so I had to pull the blick out
You had me then you lost me, so I guess you finna miss out

[Verse 1: Good Finesse]
Bust for a hundred, then I took a trip to James'
You niggas wearin' chains that I wore in second grade
I'm gettin' big money, all blues, it ain't no dubs in it
I stay up in the field, Captain Crunch, and need a mill' ticket
Two blicks on me, you still ridin' with that stock clip?
You hangin' with a nigga that just told, that's some cop shit
A hundred in the drum, yeah, I'm ridin' with a mop stick
You had me then you lost me, now I'm in another continent
These niggas really rap cap, they life really fradulent
And I'm really in my bag, I'm tryna see which car to pick
Hit the Louis store, I'm tryna see which shoes I need
I'm addicted to the chip, all I know is bleed