Pricey

[Intro]
Ayy, Ecko, turn it up
Uh-huh (Fly the Jett)
Uh-huh, uh-huh (She gon' trap 'til six 'til three in the morning)
Ayy, you know the Verde matter, nigga (I can't)
Alright, come on
I can't understand no, fuck
Alright, alright

[Verse]
I can't understand a bitch that ain't got no dough (That ain't got no dough)
You ain't got no cho? (You ain't got no cho?)
Bitch, then hit the door, yeah (Bitch, then hit the door)
Ayy, she gon' trap 'til six 'til three in the morn ('Til three in the morn)
Ayy, 'til three in the morning
My foot scorin' 'cause she doin' what she 'posed to do
Do yo' shit, mama, do yo' shit, mama, ayy
Do yo' shit, mama (Uh-huh), do yo' shit, mama (Ayy), ayy
I'm that nigga, gotta talk to me nicely
I'm pricey, these Balenciagas, ain't no Nikes
Just checked a five piece out a broke bitch
But I don't think I want her ass no more, she on some broke shit, nigga
Yo' ass worthless, ayy
What the fuck is a band? I spend that on my Perc, bitch
Matter of fact, on a shirt, bitch
Thirteen hundred on some Lanvin shoes, I walk nervous, nigga
Nah, I'm lyin'
Got Dior play shoes 'cause again I could buy 'em
'Cause again I could buy 'em, nigga
Got yo' bitch in the S550 and we flyin', nigga, ayy
Nigga tried to try it and he died, nigga, ayy
He only hard with his pole, I slap fire out a bitch
"Turn around, see what you turnin' down," stop all that Dr. Seuss pimpin'
You ain't breakin' on her, nigga, you over there coochie and ass lickin'
Nigga, you ain't breakin' on that bitch, you over there coochie and ass lickin', nigga
The fuck, nigga? You ain't breakin' on that bitch, you over there coochie and ass lickin'