FINITE! Video (MV)

(Woo)
(Yah, okay)
(Aye)
I don't feel clean, but I feel rich
If your talking 'bout me then your the real bitch
Stuck in quarantine, tryna make real hits
If this a bop then I feel this
Maybe I don't even feel shit
If you gotta bag, then you'll kill a bitch
Your going for the cash and that's some realest shit
But if you go to jail, then say goodbye to your hoes, and your kids
Bags upon bags, full of bricks
Doing them drugs, you f*cking nitwit
If you show a lot of bling
Then you cloud flick
A movie film all about your dick
You dickhead, give money to a poor bitch
And now you get this, three hundred mack-truck diss
You piss-baby crying 'bout some petty shit (yah)
Things are finite, things are finite (woo)
Things are finite, things are finite (thats, woo)
Things are finite, things are finite (woo)
Things are finite, things are finite (brr, brr, brr, brr)
So it's up to me and you
Trying to get lit up
And drink that good sodas
Your thinking about that booze
And that too, you do?
Well shut the f*ck up, you lose
Be smart like Blues's Clues
Find that out on YouTube
Or be goofy like Looney Toons
Get off of my own shoe
Hit that-