"What's The Cost?" lyrics
Potter Payper & Big Watch Lyrics
It's Big Watch, I'm from that East side
Big fat belly cah I eat right
Man don't take drugs, straight weed guy
That ain't a drug, it's a tree right?
Grew up in a jungle, man a Tarzan in this tree life
Swinging from tree to tree, I've got three types
They ain't tryna work, they want a free flight
These times I'm tryna fly free in the meantime
I remember when I just got by
I had to flip it like a pillow on a hot night
It keeps blowing, this that drug food hotline
Nitties throwing parties next door, it was not nice
Man will catch you with your hot spice
At the right place at the wrong time
The good die young, we've got some long lives
I know I said I'm sorry I'm late but I be on time
Harsh streets, this the Far East
T-house, a T-rat, man a artiste
I want bread like two tin of sardine
Teeth like a T-Rex on me or my darg squeeze
Skrr the hoopty to the money like a car thief
Man will cook a half-piece in my jamies
That's the trackie that I slept in, you nah mean?
I trap hard, they trap hardly
He got cheffed down, now that's carvery
Far East presi, they got Mugabe
Pay-per-view, I touch paper, origami
Pay-per-view, I touch paper, origami
G-code, I don't speak much cause
B's up, you know what it is, not what it was
My CBT's will put their hands on your watch
They don't wanna see me win, every day I beat the odds
Every day I beat the odds
Now I cry champagne and I bleed Courvois
You're tryna be the boss, you're really tryna be the boss
That's a hard price to pay, I'm tryna beat the cost
What's it cost to be the boss nigga?
I'm tryna break it all down and get it gone nigga
We ride round, fuck a drop nigga
Fuck a diss, I want some R.I.P. songs nigga
Better run this from the top killa
E.M. stepper, that's a top driller
I promise this ain't what you want nigga
I promise this ain't what you want
Big fat belly cah I eat right
Man don't take drugs, straight weed guy
That ain't a drug, it's a tree right?
Grew up in a jungle, man a Tarzan in this tree life
Swinging from tree to tree, I've got three types
They ain't tryna work, they want a free flight
These times I'm tryna fly free in the meantime
I remember when I just got by
I had to flip it like a pillow on a hot night
It keeps blowing, this that drug food hotline
Nitties throwing parties next door, it was not nice
Man will catch you with your hot spice
At the right place at the wrong time
The good die young, we've got some long lives
I know I said I'm sorry I'm late but I be on time
Harsh streets, this the Far East
T-house, a T-rat, man a artiste
I want bread like two tin of sardine
Teeth like a T-Rex on me or my darg squeeze
Skrr the hoopty to the money like a car thief
Man will cook a half-piece in my jamies
That's the trackie that I slept in, you nah mean?
I trap hard, they trap hardly
He got cheffed down, now that's carvery
Far East presi, they got Mugabe
Pay-per-view, I touch paper, origami
Pay-per-view, I touch paper, origami
G-code, I don't speak much cause
B's up, you know what it is, not what it was
My CBT's will put their hands on your watch
They don't wanna see me win, every day I beat the odds
Every day I beat the odds
Now I cry champagne and I bleed Courvois
You're tryna be the boss, you're really tryna be the boss
That's a hard price to pay, I'm tryna beat the cost
What's it cost to be the boss nigga?
I'm tryna break it all down and get it gone nigga
We ride round, fuck a drop nigga
Fuck a diss, I want some R.I.P. songs nigga
Better run this from the top killa
E.M. stepper, that's a top driller
I promise this ain't what you want nigga
I promise this ain't what you want
