Finesse (James Hype Remix) [feat. Cardi B]

It don't make no sense (Uh)
You know it, you know it

Ooh, don't we look good together?
There's a reason why they watch all night long (All night long)
Yeah, know we'll turn heads forever (Forever)
So tonight I'm gonna show you off

When I'm walkin' with you (When I'm walkin' with you)
I watch the whole room change (I watch the whole room change)
Baby, that's what you do (Baby, that's what you do)
No, my baby, don't play (No)
Blame it on my confidence
Oh, blame it on your measurements
Shut that shit down on sight
That's right

We out here drippin' in finesse
It don't make no sense
Out here drippin' in finesse
You know it, you know it

We out here drippin' in finesse
It don't make no sense
Out here drippin' in finesse
You know it, you know it

We out here drippin' in finesse
It don't make no sense
Out here drippin' in finesse
You know it, you know it

We out here drippin' in finesse
It don't make no sense
Out here drippin' in finesse
You know it, you know it

You know it, you know it

You know it, you know it

It don't make no sense (Uh)

It don't make no sense (Uh)
You know it, you know it

We out here drippin' in finesse
It don't make no sense
Out here drippin' in finesse
You know it, you know it

We out here drippin' in finesse
It don't make no sense
Out here drippin' in finesse
You know it, you know it

Drop top Porsche (Porsche), Rollie on my wrist (Wrist)
Diamonds up and down my chain (Aha)
Cardi B, straight stuntin', can't tell me nothin
Bossed up and I changed the game (You see me)

It's my big Bronx boogie, got all them girls shook (Shook)
My big fat ass got all them boys hooked (Hooked)
I went from dollar bills, now we poppin' rubber bands (Ha)
Bruno sang to me while I do my money dance like, ayy
Flexin' on the 'Gram like ayy
Hit the Lil' Jon, okay (Okay), okay (Okay)
Oh yeah, we drippin' in finesse and getting paid, ow

When I'm walkin' with you (When I'm walkin' with you)
I watch the whole room change (I watch the whole room change)
Baby, that's what you do (Baby, that's what you do)
No, my baby, don't play (No)
Blame it on my confidence
Oh, blame it on your measurements
Shut that shit down on sight
That's right

We out here drippin' in finesse
It don't make no sense
Out here drippin' in finesse
You know it, you know it

We out here drippin' in finesse
It don't make no sense
Out here drippin' in finesse
You know it, you know it

We out here drippin' in finesse
It don't make no sense
Out here drippin' in finesse
You know it, you know it

We out here drippin' in finesse
It don't make no sense
Out here drippin' in finesse
You know it, you know it

It don't make no sense (Uh)
You know it, you know it
It don't make no sense (Uh)
You know it, you know it

We out here drippin' in finesse
It don't make no sense
Out here drippin' in finesse
You know it, you know it

We out here drippin' in finesse
It don't make no sense
Out here drippin' in finesse
You know it, you know it

It don't make no sense (Uh)

It don't make no sense (Uh)
You know it, you know it



Credits
Writer(s): Ray Romulus, Philip Martin Lawrence Ii, James Edward Fauntleroy Ii, Jeremy L. Reeves, Peter Gene Hernandez, Ray Charles Ii Mccullough, Jonathan James Yip, Christopher Steven Brown
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