"The Price Is Right" lyrics
In the kitchen and it's Taytsy
They talk shit, but the money keep comin'
I'm lit and I'm stackin' these hunnids
[?] you could tell we gunnin'
They talk shit, but the money keep comin'
Okay, the crib got no cell service, it's a dead zone
When you try to come up in here
Gunshots the only thing that you end on
One in your ear and I ain't talkin' 'bout headphones
End dates on the headstone
Why I'm just gettin' started and in the end zone?
We not in the same tax bracket
So before you beef with me, should get your bread long
These the type of flows that's goin' to be forever known
Gun sittin' on my right like it's never wrong
Word to all the temples in Lebanon
The people might leave, but my legacy is set in stone
I ain't gotta flex, I'm grown
The jewelry don't buy respect, my respect is known
Stuffin' wanna-be rappers in a extra cone
And then light up like somebody went and pressed my phone
I push shorty breasts to the bone
Then I ignore another twenty texts to the phone
I ain't settlin' for less than I'm owed
Man, they study me like they got a test in the morn'
They talk shit, but the money keep comin'
I'm lit and I'm stackin' these hunnids
[?] you could tell we gunnin'
They talk shit, but the money keep comin'
Okay, every time I win, my haters put on camouflage
Why they never show up then
I'm digital in a world full of analog
Don't make me show y'all again
I done did the shit they said I couldn't
Got rich off of rap when they said I wouldn't
I done made CDs in the age of streams
And charged 100 dollars, couldn't do it in they wildest dreams
That's what I get because I focus on the fans
You worried 'bout the image, I built me a fam
So even if the radio don't play my jams
In 24 hours, I made me a hunnid bands
They talk shit, but the money keep comin'
I'm lit and I'm stackin' these hunnids
[?] you could tell we gunnin'
They talk shit, but the money keep comin'
They talk shit, but the money keep comin'
I'm lit and I'm stackin' these hunnids
[?] you could tell we gunnin'
They talk shit, but the money keep comin'
Okay, the crib got no cell service, it's a dead zone
When you try to come up in here
Gunshots the only thing that you end on
One in your ear and I ain't talkin' 'bout headphones
End dates on the headstone
Why I'm just gettin' started and in the end zone?
We not in the same tax bracket
So before you beef with me, should get your bread long
These the type of flows that's goin' to be forever known
Gun sittin' on my right like it's never wrong
Word to all the temples in Lebanon
The people might leave, but my legacy is set in stone
I ain't gotta flex, I'm grown
The jewelry don't buy respect, my respect is known
Stuffin' wanna-be rappers in a extra cone
And then light up like somebody went and pressed my phone
I push shorty breasts to the bone
Then I ignore another twenty texts to the phone
I ain't settlin' for less than I'm owed
Man, they study me like they got a test in the morn'
They talk shit, but the money keep comin'
I'm lit and I'm stackin' these hunnids
[?] you could tell we gunnin'
They talk shit, but the money keep comin'
Okay, every time I win, my haters put on camouflage
Why they never show up then
I'm digital in a world full of analog
Don't make me show y'all again
I done did the shit they said I couldn't
Got rich off of rap when they said I wouldn't
I done made CDs in the age of streams
And charged 100 dollars, couldn't do it in they wildest dreams
That's what I get because I focus on the fans
You worried 'bout the image, I built me a fam
So even if the radio don't play my jams
In 24 hours, I made me a hunnid bands
They talk shit, but the money keep comin'
I'm lit and I'm stackin' these hunnids
[?] you could tell we gunnin'
They talk shit, but the money keep comin'
