Price Tag

[Chorus]
Price tag
Don’t look at the price tag
He was talkin’ down and he got killed
Can’t get his life back
Yeah, Ima spend a bag, cause I can make it back
Stacking my money, can’t see over that, yeah
I know they mad [?]
Blue cash right here, and the whip all black

[Verse]
This a Uzi, not a MAC
Spent a rack on a [?]
Baby don’t look back when I hit it from the back
All my bitches they bad
And they got they own bag
All these boys who be hating, leave them in the past
Run up, choppa like gra-tat-tat-tat-tat
Leave your brain red, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt
[?] a slime
We having one hell of a timе
That’s your girl, she gonna get in my ride, yеah
VVS on my neck, and it shine
Stay with a pole like a stripper, alright
Got guap on me like Future, alright
Big bros into making them dirty sprites
[?] blue and red lights
If you talking that shit, then you know we gonna slide
Boy you trippin if you think we don’t got them
Psychedelic bullets that’ll open your mind, yeah
I’m up in the night, like a thief in the night
You know that I’m fine
You know that I’m getting this money like all of the time
Got a bad bitch tryna play with my heart
Told her, “play with my dick instead, love”
Back then, these hoes ain’t care about me
Now they all wanna give me that head, yuh
Young, but I’m getting the bands
Rockin’ out like I was in a band
Got a AK-47, man
And I’m bussin’ at you and ya mans
I be sippin’ lean, lean in my hand
Get your bitch in a room, oh yeah
Off the Wock, she doing handstand
I don’t care about that shit, man

[Pre-Chorus]
Like, no
Don’t care about that shit at all
Like, whoa
I’m just geekin’ got me sweating to my balls
Peter Parker, swear this hoe, she off the wall
Yeah, aye, I don’t know what she thinking at all

[Chorus]
Price tag
Don’t look at the price tag
He was talkin’ down and he got killed
Can’t get his life back
Yeah, Ima spend a bag, cause I can make it back
Stacking my money, can’t see over that, yeah
I know they mad [?]
Blue cash right here, and the whip all black