Spicy (feat. Fivio Foreign & A$AP Ferg)

Pricy
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 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 fuck if that's his wife (nah)
 I could bag any bitch 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 bitch you with look like a dyke (Lil' bitch)
 Uh, I mean she might (might), not never be my type, nah
 She might never be my type, look
 That bitch is trash, I only fuck her for the hype (uh)
 I only fuck 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, fuck 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 bitch 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' bitch)
 Hit-Boy, we got another one (Pricy)
 Nastradamus, Fivio (vroom)
 A$AP Ferg (yeah)