PricyHit-BoyBoss shit, your LordshipNiggas talkin’ yachts since I’m on shitI used to run the block, now I’m corporate (Corporate)Hoppin’ out, you know it’s Son when the doors liftWhole squad hide the burners (Whole squad)Mets hats in the sky like Bobby ShmurdaThey watch me like the chip’, courtside at The RuckerFlow only getting tougher, she beggin’ me to cuff herBrooklyn Sweet Chick, waffles with raspberry butterWear a mink at the roller rink middle of the summerIf I can’t get it done, I got soldiers with me to coverQueens get the money, we only stackin’ it upwardsG’s stay icy ’cause shit get spicyShe on Demon Time, I get her a timepiecePatek, niggas not lit, not like meCan’t get nothin’ by me, my mind is 2090¿Qué lo que? Everybody pricyCost money, beat the charge moneyFast money, push to start moneyLarge money, Escobar money (Uh)Little advice (Little advice), always add spice (Uh)Always get the liquor with the ice (Not me)I don’t give a fuck if that’s his wifeI could bag any bitch in these all white Nikes (Uh)That ain’t right, if she tell me, “No”, I’m gettin’ tightLook, every time you saw me I was nice (Ayy)Every time I saw you, you was light (You was)
Uh, every bitch you with look like a dyke (Lil’ bitch)Uh, I mean she might (Might) not never be my type, nahShe might never be my type, lookThat bitch is trash, I only fuck her for the hype (Uh)I only fuck her for the hype, look (Uh)¿Qué lo que? Everybody pricyCost money, beat the charge moneyFast money, push to start moneyLarge money, Escobar moneyNiggas saying Ferg back, but I been with the shitsMight make a grill with Tiffany’s on my gentleman shitMy drill niggas out in Brooklyn and they spinnin’ and shitBumpin’ Pop out the whip while we sippin’ and shit (Movie)Model bitches that’s precise, fuck attendants off the flightsKeep the vision through the lights, never blinded by the hypeKeep the Tommy near the belly, sincere ’cause I’m hypeGot a ghetto Naomi Campbell, designer with the NikesI’m the one talkin’ spice, twelve year old killersWith the guns and the knives, better run for your lifeGot a queen in Queens and my ex a Puerto Rican spiceMy Harlem bitch doin’ time, gettin’ caught up with the swipes¿Qué lo que? Everybody pricyCost money, beat the charge money (Uh)Fast money, push to start money (Uh)Large money, Escobar money (Lil’ bitch)Hit-Boy, we got another one (Pricy)Nastradamus, Fivio (Vroom)A$AP Ferg (Yeah!)