Price Tag (Where We At) [feat. V.Lone & Khartel Musik]

Yeah, Where we at?
Babe it's gettin' colder, tell me where we at?
On my wrist it's froze, it's gettin' scarier
I just popped that bitch we better bury her
For a price tag
Drop his bitch ass off just for a price tag
What you think you worth? What you priced at?
They gone sell you out just for a dime bag

I hopped in the coupe where my slime at?
Then we dropped the roof, where the vibes at
All my dogs go woof, when i slide back
Think you bulletproof, you gone find out, yeah
Gotta get the burner make it fire back
All these bitches lame, they just want the sack
Toppin' off the range, get the red dot
Filled him up lead, look like smallpox

Where we at?
Babe it's gettin' colder, tell me where we at?
On my wrist it's froze, it's gettin' scarier
I just popped that bitch we better bury her

Get the dime bag
Imma keep a Glocky, I don't fight back
20 thousand on my shirt, that's the price tag
Always rollin' wit my woadies, yeah we like that
Yeah we like that
Diamonds on my wrist
Got a bust down
Issa clock on my fist
Niggas try and shoot and then they run cause I don't miss
Got some new titties and a ass for my bitch
Got a Draco
Shawty Spanish so I bring the fuckin Pesos
She be kissin' on my neck and giving besos
Get my pockets full Jeff Bezos
Building with my gang, I'm talking LEGO's
I be pourin' red, yeah I'm sippin' Wokky
20 to your head, cause I got the Glocky
Got a Spanish queen and she call me Papi
Stayin on my grind, you can't fuckin' stop me

Yeah, Where we at?
Babe it's gettin' colder, tell me where we at?
On my wrist it's froze, it's gettin' scarier
I just popped that bitch we better bury her