The Index Finger Lyrics

I'm the one

But a ten

Give a fuck

Bout a man

I know niggas who got money

They still lame now

Boss ass bitches link up

Cause we be on the same time

I'm the one

But a ten

Give a fuck

Bout a man

I know niggas who got money

They still lame now

Boss ass bitches link up

Cause we be on the same time

Yeah you got money

But that shit ain't gone unlame you lil nigga

I can stick mine up to my ear and conversations is better

My conversations is bigger

Won't pull me, ain't like a trigger

Love finger fuckin' through the money

Make it come a lil quicker

I'm the index finger

Ain't a bitch that lingers

But my scent do

Leave 'em sayin' what is that fragrance

Personality to cold like leather

But I'm still the hottest bitch

And I know that shit no matter what's the weather

Or the climate

Any height ima climb it

They sayin' the sky's the limit

I know I can pass by it

Use it to end all my sentences

And commas dividin'

I'm harder than all these bitches

They gone say that I'm biased

On God

I'm the one but a ten

Don't give a fuck bout a man

Know niggas with money who lame now

And they was still lame then

Got people who are my family

Naw we ain't really kin

Honestly I'm a Brat, so I ain't never chasin' a Ken

Uh

Ain't never chasin' a Ben

Stackin' Franklins for cold nights

And I ain't talkin' bout the Winter

I been her

Told y'all I'm she

Gold and I glitter

I'm the one

But a ten

Give a fuck

Bout a man

I know niggas who got money

They still lame now

Boss ass bitches link up

Cause we be on the same time

I'm the one

But a ten

Give a fuck

Bout a man

I know niggas who got money

They still lame now

Boss ass bitches link up

Cause we be on the same time

I know niggas who got money

But can't fuck me

And I know bitches who poppin' shit

But they won't touch me

I ain't ever slippin' or trippin'

I keep my Glock on my hip

And carry some niggas around me

Who gone blow for me

And don't come up to me flexin'

Give a fuck about your cash flow

I'm Hunna

Not one of them bitches who need you to buy some Mastros

We ain't addin' up

Ain't gotta do the math bro

When I go overseas I ain't gotta pack a bag hoe

I left but he want me to come back

It's a closed show closed curtains

Fuck me in the back of the Bach

I said nigga you know we can't do that

You know once I leave ain't the type of bitch

To ever start looking back

Won't look over my shoulder

Like a crook in my neck

Leave a memorable impression

Yeah I got that effect

I'm lookin' round, been playa

See niggas and thinkin' who next

Watch me, wan' be me

Don't deserve clout

I ain't got be direct

I'm the one

But a ten

Give a fuck

Bout a man

I know niggas who got money

They still lame now

Boss ass bitches link up

Cause we be on the same time

I'm the one

But a ten

Give a fuck

Bout a man

I know niggas who got money

They still lame now

Boss ass bitches link up

Cause we be on the same time

Yeah that shit hard