Expensive

Lyrics

Got some bad habits I like expensive shit (Pricey, pricey)
 That's why my shawty loves expensive things
 Louis and Chanel plus she wants a diamond ring (Icey, icey)
 She knows I got it I'm expensive kid, uh
 Gelato zoot, woah, expensive spliff (Expensive spliff)
 Pull up and skrr, yeah expensive skid (Pull up and skrr)
 Miss independent comes with attitude and shit
 She wants a G, so she fucking with the kid
 They praying on my down, you ain't praying hard enough
 We smoking different loud, you can't get high as us
 This gyal I'm with she different, no ordinary stuff
 We drippin' in Italian, that Gucci, Fendi stuff
 Oh, don't blow my line
 I don't owe no one a dime
 Cold nights tryna bill a line
 Nah, you didn't wanna phone my line
 Oh, my gyal she fine now
 Always wanna be beside her
 Drippin' in new designer
 My gyal she certified
 This dick ain't free this shit cost
 Ride with me, get lit of course
 Foreign drip, oh
 She gon' risk it all
 I don't want no problem ma'
 But your body's mashallah
 Thank God for this daily bread
 Know they wish that I won't ball
 Keep, keep it ten, I'll give you sex
 Slimey shoes, Gucci steps
 Drippin' in designer
 Like she come from China
 If you gimme good-good neck
 I can put chain on them
 Nothing ever less than ten
 Let you drip-drip, finesse
 They praying on my down, you ain't praying hard enough
 We smoking different loud, you can't get high as us
 This gyal I'm with she different, no ordinary stuff
 We drippin' in Italian, that Gucci, Fendi stuff
 Oh, don't blow my line
 I don't owe no one a dime
 Cold nights tryna bill a line
 Nah, you didn't wanna phone my line
 Oh, my gyal she fine now
 Always wanna be beside her
 Drippin' in new designer
 My gyal she certified
 I'm sorry I made you wait
 Pussy good I pulled out late
 She's all over my face I call her MUA
 Put you in GLA
 Skrrt off to see LA
 LV to hold your jeans
 Channel to paint your face
 Level up to my wave
 Put Gucci all on her waist
 I know she loves my taste
 I make her flex in Versace shades
 Run it up all day
 You could never swing me no lemon haze
 All of this money I'm making
 I count 'til my fingers lazy
 They praying on my down, you ain't praying hard enough
 We smoking different loud, you can't get high as us
 This gyal I'm with she different, no ordinary stuff
 We drippin' in Italian, that Gucci, Fendi stuff
 Oh, don't blow my line
 I don't owe no one a dime
 Cold nights tryna bill a line
 Nah, you didn't wanna phone my line
 Oh, my gyal she fine now
 Always wanna be beside her
 Drippin' in new designer
 My gyal she certified
 

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Duration
03:27
Tempo
127 BPM

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