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

Little advice (little advice), always add spice (uh)

Always get the liquor with the ice (not me)

I don't give a f**k if that's his wife (nah)

I could bag any b**h 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 b**h you with look like a dyke (Lil' b**h)

Uh, I mean she might (might), not never be my type, nah

She might never be my type, look

That b**h is trash, I only f**k her for the hype (uh)

I only f**k 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 (yeah)

Might make a grill with Tiffany's on my gentleman shit (right)

My drill niggas out in Brooklyn and they spinnin' and shit (yeah)

Bumpin' Pop out the whip while we sippin' and shit (movie)

Model bitches that's precise, f**k 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, 12 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 b**h 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' b**h)

Hit-Boy, we got another one (Pricy)

Nastradamus, Fivio (vroom)

A$AP Ferg (yeah)