ThePrice
When I take my time
I really write these rhymes
It's finally in my eye
It's hidden bout my time
I run a little line
So my balance fine
Addy tracing popping shine
Young black always grind
Momma had to die
So I splurge my life
I copped it high
Apple stocks I'm tripling it's fine
Always on my feet I hope your kind
I'm living mine
A cold wall hanging on my bag
Copped with the tag
So I pop that back
Hold a couple racks
Statically
I'll make it back
Cookin
Call that crack
Ate some addy tracin
So I dash
Digitally do the math
Just to make it back
On my way to Saks
Just to blow that bag
Known to stay stray
Sky hiding in the beat play
I just eat cake never weak taste
New style and its for freestyle for the meet race
Mileage
Somewhere off in time
My timing
Be for no need for rewinding
Like my Rolex self-winding
And my money stacking in silence
I'm just Outlandish always downing
Landin Saks fifth for them clean fits
Throw my bitch it when she lit-ness bouncing back like my net worth on the hit list
Make her leave it
Had to set some new standards
Y'all can't meet it
I just eat this like that steak and lobster I got free with
Y'all complimentary
Like my dolls is
When they calling
For some time with a real
To acknowledge
I'm just balling
Niggas in Paris
I ain't talking
I just bought it
2 times that's some God shit
Just being honest
When you keep it real
They ain't on your call list
That's some knowledge
I don't start shit
Push to start and I'm off the shits
Copping cars on some foreign tips
Mercedes Benz
Cla 250 designer rubbing in
Nostradam I hit
In the night I slit
So I'm moving drip
Tossed it off the river end
Never see the end
When that price was right
So I took the check n Split
I'll burn For it
Waving in my bliss
Y'all don't get to it
So I'll got to trip
Pop a Molly script
I only got to get
All my profit flips
Proper bonded chips
Nonchalant your bitch
She knows I'm popping shit
In the mist I hit
Got here intimate
In the night we lit
Shake them commas up
And that water up
Got me feeling all fucked up
When I'm throwing up
Acid tripping into 2018 I'm finding scriptures
Burning pictures up
So I'll go cop that Bentley truck
It won't fuck my figures up
Just waiting for that timing
I'm just living up
The price was right so
I sinned enough I sinned enough
I really write these rhymes
It's finally in my eye
It's hidden bout my time
I run a little line
So my balance fine
Addy tracing popping shine
Young black always grind
Momma had to die
So I splurge my life
I copped it high
Apple stocks I'm tripling it's fine
Always on my feet I hope your kind
I'm living mine
A cold wall hanging on my bag
Copped with the tag
So I pop that back
Hold a couple racks
Statically
I'll make it back
Cookin
Call that crack
Ate some addy tracin
So I dash
Digitally do the math
Just to make it back
On my way to Saks
Just to blow that bag
Known to stay stray
Sky hiding in the beat play
I just eat cake never weak taste
New style and its for freestyle for the meet race
Mileage
Somewhere off in time
My timing
Be for no need for rewinding
Like my Rolex self-winding
And my money stacking in silence
I'm just Outlandish always downing
Landin Saks fifth for them clean fits
Throw my bitch it when she lit-ness bouncing back like my net worth on the hit list
Make her leave it
Had to set some new standards
Y'all can't meet it
I just eat this like that steak and lobster I got free with
Y'all complimentary
Like my dolls is
When they calling
For some time with a real
To acknowledge
I'm just balling
Niggas in Paris
I ain't talking
I just bought it
2 times that's some God shit
Just being honest
When you keep it real
They ain't on your call list
That's some knowledge
I don't start shit
Push to start and I'm off the shits
Copping cars on some foreign tips
Mercedes Benz
Cla 250 designer rubbing in
Nostradam I hit
In the night I slit
So I'm moving drip
Tossed it off the river end
Never see the end
When that price was right
So I took the check n Split
I'll burn For it
Waving in my bliss
Y'all don't get to it
So I'll got to trip
Pop a Molly script
I only got to get
All my profit flips
Proper bonded chips
Nonchalant your bitch
She knows I'm popping shit
In the mist I hit
Got here intimate
In the night we lit
Shake them commas up
And that water up
Got me feeling all fucked up
When I'm throwing up
Acid tripping into 2018 I'm finding scriptures
Burning pictures up
So I'll go cop that Bentley truck
It won't fuck my figures up
Just waiting for that timing
I'm just living up
The price was right so
I sinned enough I sinned enough
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Writer(s): Cj Stowklyn
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