Fine Wine ft. Cashboi Lyrics

And it's 40 below, ice on my wrist and it's cold

Shots of patron, got me trapped in my zone

Trust that I get better with time babe

Like 40 touched down in the city

Working overtime and I don't need an intermission

Makaveli, double cheques, ambition

Started telling stories, got these niggas in they feelings

Yeah, started praying with my hands

Scenes finally coming together like a film

Yeah, chauffeur, couple millies

Take it to the head, I wanna travel with no ceiling

Yeah

It's all I care about baby, It's all I care about baby

It's no favours, new paper, pro-flex

Double cheques and new lanes

Like fine wine baby, like fine wine baby

Old school taste, got a Buick past the city with no number plate

Leaving no trace, tie no shoelaces

Got a shawty right beside me, taught her new ways

My fine wine baby

I'm in your city, I'm in your city

Back to the time when she don't to speak

I told the shawty take the window seat so she can see her faith is leaped

Already told her I'm a black sheep

I seen the pleasure coming off her feet, defining pleasure all in Greek

Connections like cursive that wrote the way

Know what you need and all the time it takes

I know you got expensive taste

Selina Kyle, I'll be your Bruce Wayne

And I got Merlot running through my veins

Fine wine all in vain

You got emotions all in a container

Get the setting back to multiplayer, realize you need a savior

This time around, I need you far from neighbours

I need to tap into your second nature, move around your phat equator

Don't need to put a makeup for this make up

Underwear, I'll be your under taker

All I needed was a baker

Conversations about Anita Baker

Fine wine, got the vibe in Jamaica

Dreams you can buy with paper