Pricey

Plug them vacu-cells up, turn the stoves on, it's gelato in this bitch
Nigga, c'mon, c'mon, in that Moe's, nigga, c'mon, mm-mm-mm
Ain't no stoppin' me, man, huh, huh, c'mon

I done got back in that mode so you know it ain't no stoppin' me
Did I fuck your bitch? Nigga, probably
Franchise bill, hunnid bowls, did it all in the white tee
Snap my fingers, get them gone, that's probably why they don't like me
Everything Gucci, think it's time I go get icy
It go main, bitch, side hoe mistress, only breakin' bread with wifey
Put a check on his fitted, nigga, Nike, huh
No, that's not the deal one niggas, no, these bags get pricey

Niggas know these bags get pricey
Gelato got its own flow, no, you cannot bite me
Set them pointers in my ear, got your bitch tryin' to sight see
Ain't no time to write, go in the booth and I just spazz
Mr snap on any tag
Can't walk a mile in my one's
Man, I swear this shit wasn't easy
I'm ridin' round the city, knockin' bowls, bumpin' pezzy
I'm cashin' out your baby daddy leasing
Yeah, I love a slick bitch, bae come talk to me grease

I done got back in that mode so you know it ain't no stoping me
Did I fuck your bitch? Nigga, probably
Franchise bill, hunnid bowls, did it all in the white tee
Snap my fingers, get them gone, that's probably why they don't like me
Everything Gucci, think it's time I go get icy
It go main, bitch, side hoe mistress, only breakin' bread with wifey
Put a check on his fitted, nigga, Nike, huh
No, that's not the deal one niggas, no, these bags get pricey



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Writer(s): Dallas Waiters
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