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Pricy Hit-Boy Boss shit, your Lordship Niggas talkin' yachts since I'm on shit I used to run the block, now I'm corporate (Corporate) Hoppin' out, you know it's Son when the doors lift Whole squad hide the burners (Whole squad) Mets hats in the sky like Bobby Shmurda They watch me like the chip', courtside at The Rucker Flow only getting tougher, she beggin' me to cuff her Brooklyn Sweet Chick, waffles with raspberry butter Wear a mink at the roller rink middle of the summer If I can't get it done, I got soldiers with me to cover Queens get the money, we only stackin' it upwards G's stay icy 'cause shit get spicy She on Demon Time, I get her a timepiece Patek, niggas not lit, not like me Can't get nothin' by me, my mind is 2090 ¿Qué lo que? Everybody pricy Cost money, beat the charge money Fast money, push to start money Large money, Escobar money (Uh) Little advice (Little advice), always add spice (Uh) Letras de cancionesAlways get the liquor with the ice (Not me) I don't give a fuck if that's his wife I could bag any bitch in these all-white Nikes (Uh) That ain't right, if she tell me, "No", I'm gettin' tight Look, every time you saw me I was nice (Ayy) Every time I saw you, you was light (You was) Uh, every bitch you with look like a dyke (Lil' bitch) Uh, I mean she might (Might) not never be my type, nah She might never be my type, look That bitch is trash, I only fuck her for the hype (Uh) I only fuck her for the hype, look (Uh) ¿Qué lo que? Everybody pricy Cost money, beat the charge money Fast money, push to start money Large money, Escobar money Niggas saying Ferg back, but I been with the shits Might make a grill with Tiffany's on my gentleman shit My drill niggas out in Brooklyn and they spinnin' and shit Bumpin' Pop out the whip while we sippin' and shit (Movie) Model bitches that's precise, fuck attendants off the flights Keep the vision through the lights, never blinded by the hype Keep the Tommy near the belly, sincere 'cause I'm hype Got a ghetto Naomi Campbell, designer with the Nikes I'm the one talkin' spice, twelve-year-old killers With the guns and the knives, better run for your life Got a queen in Queens and my ex a Puerto Rican spice My Harlem bitch doin' time, gettin' caught up with the swipes ¿Qué lo que? Everybody pricy Cost money, beat the charge money (Uh) Fast money, push to start money (Uh) Large money, Escobar money (Lil' bitch) Hit-Boy, we got another one (Pricy) Nastradamus, Fivio (Vroom) A$AP Ferg (Yeah!) From Letras Mania