Fine shit, fine shit
Fine shit, fine shit
My shit, my shit
My shit, that's my shit
Fine shit, fine shit
My shit, fine shit
My shit, my shit
My shit, that's my shit
Don’t ever get it confused
You know who you belong to
Know these **** waiting for me to make a wrong move
I tell you everything you wanna hear and it's all true
I treat your family like my own
And take care of ma dukes
We sipping Don Ju
Pour up that bamboo
Sushi and wagyu
Then hit the 1, 2 (Ye, ye)
Fine shit, fine shit
Fine shit, fine shit
My shit, that's my shit
My shit, yeah
I wanna crack that like an egg shell
Make the bed smell
Give me head
Give me intel
I get you fed well
Push your fuckin' panties to the side
Park it parallel
Know I do it very well
Girl, you sweet as caramel
God damn, lookin' fine, shit
Just doing fine shit
I should bend it over
Bust it open like a mosh pit
And I’m in her head
I’m in her noodle like a chopstick
I gotta slap that ass when she walk by
That's my shit
Fine shit, fine shit
Fine shit, fine shit
My shit, my shit
My shit, that's my shit
Fine shit, fine shit
My shit, fine shit
My shit, my shit
My shit, that's my shit
Don’t ever get it confused
You know who you belong to
Know these **** waiting for me to make a wrong move
I tell you everything you wanna hear and it's all true
I treat your family like my own
And take care of ma dukes

Writer(s): Markk Aylin, Mackenzie Paul Keane, Malik Sanders & Francis Esteban.