Prices Goin' Up
Yeah my prices going up
You're doing good
Yeah my prices going up
Yeah my prices going up
Sledgren
Yeehee, damn
Green beam on the four five, touch screen, nigga I ain't never lied
Statin' facts, never televised,
Spend a couple racks to cover up my eyes
Bust down kale salad, green
Juice, ski mask when it's time to ride
Made a hundred thousand 'fore the half time
Like a Muslim pushing bean pies
Switch it up 'cause the beat dropped,
Pull up on your block with a new mop
Fuck an opp, flip a brick of wop,
Got it for the F, nigga why not?
Boys on me so it's high speed,
While I'm on the run breakin' down a Glock
Bounce out, foot chase, in the Bay yeah it really goes down
I'm tappin' in, yop machine, yeah my prices goin' up
Fake niggas on my dick, yeah my prices goin' up
Fake bitches tryna choose, yeah my prices goin' up
Bitch ass nigga, yeah my prices goin' up
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Yeah my prices goin' up
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Yeah my prices goin' up (shit, damn)
My credit eight hundred, I can get a front
But I don't need a front, trunk in the front
Roll another blunt, I ain't feelin' nothin'
What the fuck is that? I smoke A-1
Game fucked up, niggas ain't pimpin'
Bitch fagged off, I ain't really trippin'
Scope on it, kinda hard for me to miss 'em
Smackin' bitches, eating free range chicken
Why you talkin' shit up on a nigga's pictures?
Pillow talkin' to these rusty ass bitches?
Livin' legend, I'm a healthy ass nigga
I'm at Calistoga takin' bitches fishing
Got the bitch trappin', whole new mission
Give a bitch the game, show her how to get it
Hit for ten grand, one night at the win
That's a cool down payment on a Benz
I'm tappin' in, yop machine, yeah my prices goin' up
Fake niggas on my dick, yeah my prices goin' up
Fake bitches tryna choose, yeah my prices goin' up
Bitch ass nigga, yeah my prices goin' up
Bitch ass nigga I'm back, you know what I'm sayin'
You got me fucked up, get my motherfuckin' swag,
You know what I'm sayin'?
I'm pullin' up, you know what I'm sayin', drop top
Hella motherfuckin' bitches, you know what I'm sayin'
Black ones, snow bunny, Indian, Jamaican, you know what I'm sayin'
Whatever you need, Asain, you know what I'm sayin'
I got that for you
Yeah my prices goin' up
You're doing good
Yeah my prices going up
Yeah my prices going up
Sledgren
Yeehee, damn
Green beam on the four five, touch screen, nigga I ain't never lied
Statin' facts, never televised,
Spend a couple racks to cover up my eyes
Bust down kale salad, green
Juice, ski mask when it's time to ride
Made a hundred thousand 'fore the half time
Like a Muslim pushing bean pies
Switch it up 'cause the beat dropped,
Pull up on your block with a new mop
Fuck an opp, flip a brick of wop,
Got it for the F, nigga why not?
Boys on me so it's high speed,
While I'm on the run breakin' down a Glock
Bounce out, foot chase, in the Bay yeah it really goes down
I'm tappin' in, yop machine, yeah my prices goin' up
Fake niggas on my dick, yeah my prices goin' up
Fake bitches tryna choose, yeah my prices goin' up
Bitch ass nigga, yeah my prices goin' up
Ayy ayy ayy, ayy ayy ayy, ayy ayy ayy
Ayy ayy ayy, ayy ayy ayy, ayy
Yeah my prices goin' up
Ayy ayy ayy, ayy ayy ayy, ayy ayy ayy, ayy ayy ayy, ayy ayy ayy
Yeah my prices goin' up (shit, damn)
My credit eight hundred, I can get a front
But I don't need a front, trunk in the front
Roll another blunt, I ain't feelin' nothin'
What the fuck is that? I smoke A-1
Game fucked up, niggas ain't pimpin'
Bitch fagged off, I ain't really trippin'
Scope on it, kinda hard for me to miss 'em
Smackin' bitches, eating free range chicken
Why you talkin' shit up on a nigga's pictures?
Pillow talkin' to these rusty ass bitches?
Livin' legend, I'm a healthy ass nigga
I'm at Calistoga takin' bitches fishing
Got the bitch trappin', whole new mission
Give a bitch the game, show her how to get it
Hit for ten grand, one night at the win
That's a cool down payment on a Benz
I'm tappin' in, yop machine, yeah my prices goin' up
Fake niggas on my dick, yeah my prices goin' up
Fake bitches tryna choose, yeah my prices goin' up
Bitch ass nigga, yeah my prices goin' up
Bitch ass nigga I'm back, you know what I'm sayin'
You got me fucked up, get my motherfuckin' swag,
You know what I'm sayin'?
I'm pullin' up, you know what I'm sayin', drop top
Hella motherfuckin' bitches, you know what I'm sayin'
Black ones, snow bunny, Indian, Jamaican, you know what I'm sayin'
Whatever you need, Asain, you know what I'm sayin'
I got that for you
Yeah my prices goin' up
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Writer(s): Larry Hendricks
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