"Pricey" lyrics
(feat. One Acen)
GA
Yeah, got me feeling like a milli' man
Now I'm feeling like a new man
She let your boy hit
And there's nothing you can do now
Now there's nothing you can do now
You keep watching
That ain't my g
I don't like them
We just run tings
They just die hard
Baby you were hot back then
Let me see if your spice done went up
I know you wanna holla at the kid
You should know that my price just went up
Back then they were plotting on my team
Now they know that the price just went up
Oh yeah, price just went up
Oh yeah, price just went up
Yung Boy, look, I ain't leaving my bed for less than five bags
Take your girlfriend shopping, get her five bags
Oh that's your ting? Sorry, my bad
But it's winner stays on over my pad
Yeah, I tried to keep it discreet
Now I've got Chanel on my D and my feet
Power's got daddy's boys trying to act street
'Til that Tommy turn your dad to a ghost like Tariq
This a AMG whip
I preed your ting, that's some AMG kit
Them man just talk but they ain't on shit
Stunting on Instagram won't make you rich
Check the stats, VIP on my label
I was beating virgins from MSN and cable
I've got haters on me but I'm grateful
I tell them take notes and they may ball
Baby you were hot back then
Let me see if your spice done went up
I know you wanna holla at the kid
You should know that my price just went up
Back then they were plotting on my team
Now they know the price just went up
Oh yeah, price just went up
Oh yeah, price just went up
They scream 'Money Gang' but they ain't gang though
You ain't really got it in they bank bro'
Yeah we went for dinner but she a mad hoe
And you know I like to drop tings like Nando's
I was twenty-three with expensive chat
These jeans look Zara but they cost me a rack
Shout my dons in the trap
They're splashing their racks and they're screaming 'Fuck tax!'
You ain't near bro
I can tell the difference from the zeros
He ain't wavy, he a weirdo
Gone clear yo, Herne Hill's hero
Money in the bank, I ain't stopping now
Nike billboards, fuck it I'm a model now
Got family that I don't know popping out
But that's how it goes when you're popping now
Baby you were hot back then
Let me see if your spice done went up
I know you wanna holla at the kid
You should know that my price just went up
Back then they were plotting on my team
Now they know the price just went up
Oh yeah, price just went up
Oh yeah, price just went up
Baby you were hot back then
Let me see if your spice done went up
I know you wanna holla at the kid
You should know that my price just went up
Back then they were plotting on my team
Now they know the price just went up
Oh yeah, price just went up
Oh yeah, price just went up
Either you've gotta pay the right price, or we ain't turning up, unless we wanna do it for free
Yungs, One Acen, GA, check the statistics
Yeah, got me feeling like a milli' man
Now I'm feeling like a new man
She let your boy hit
And there's nothing you can do now
Now there's nothing you can do now
You keep watching
That ain't my g
I don't like them
We just run tings
They just die hard
Baby you were hot back then
Let me see if your spice done went up
I know you wanna holla at the kid
You should know that my price just went up
Back then they were plotting on my team
Now they know that the price just went up
Oh yeah, price just went up
Oh yeah, price just went up
Yung Boy, look, I ain't leaving my bed for less than five bags
Take your girlfriend shopping, get her five bags
Oh that's your ting? Sorry, my bad
But it's winner stays on over my pad
Yeah, I tried to keep it discreet
Now I've got Chanel on my D and my feet
Power's got daddy's boys trying to act street
'Til that Tommy turn your dad to a ghost like Tariq
This a AMG whip
I preed your ting, that's some AMG kit
Them man just talk but they ain't on shit
Stunting on Instagram won't make you rich
Check the stats, VIP on my label
I was beating virgins from MSN and cable
I've got haters on me but I'm grateful
I tell them take notes and they may ball
Baby you were hot back then
Let me see if your spice done went up
I know you wanna holla at the kid
You should know that my price just went up
Back then they were plotting on my team
Now they know the price just went up
Oh yeah, price just went up
Oh yeah, price just went up
They scream 'Money Gang' but they ain't gang though
You ain't really got it in they bank bro'
Yeah we went for dinner but she a mad hoe
And you know I like to drop tings like Nando's
I was twenty-three with expensive chat
These jeans look Zara but they cost me a rack
Shout my dons in the trap
They're splashing their racks and they're screaming 'Fuck tax!'
You ain't near bro
I can tell the difference from the zeros
He ain't wavy, he a weirdo
Gone clear yo, Herne Hill's hero
Money in the bank, I ain't stopping now
Nike billboards, fuck it I'm a model now
Got family that I don't know popping out
But that's how it goes when you're popping now
Baby you were hot back then
Let me see if your spice done went up
I know you wanna holla at the kid
You should know that my price just went up
Back then they were plotting on my team
Now they know the price just went up
Oh yeah, price just went up
Oh yeah, price just went up
Baby you were hot back then
Let me see if your spice done went up
I know you wanna holla at the kid
You should know that my price just went up
Back then they were plotting on my team
Now they know the price just went up
Oh yeah, price just went up
Oh yeah, price just went up
Either you've gotta pay the right price, or we ain't turning up, unless we wanna do it for free
Yungs, One Acen, GA, check the statistics
Writer(s): Clive Alderman Brooks, Gabriel Kusimo, Azeez Olaitan Dabiri
