The Cost

Say bitch I’m poppin', this how money talk
Balencis slidin', this how money walk
Jamaican vibe, she love it when I floss
I bought bust downs for my tribe, lil bitch I been a boss
You try to slide then I’ma break you off
I’ll take your life before I take a loss
Negative vibes, I had to shake ‘em off
And fuck the price, you know I paid the cost
Modern day Da Vinci dripping in Givenchy
I’ma show you motherfuckers how to make an entrance
Spoiling all my bitches, Birkins & Balencis
Young Goat, nigga I made Thriller without Quincy
That’s word to Mike Jack
Got me feeling like KAT, yeah the towns on my back
If Thugga on the track, don’t let your child hear it
I spit crack, why you think they call ‘em vile lyrics?
A wild spirit — highly recommended by the custies
Used to front white like segregated buses
Now these hoes lusting, she just want a photo
Double D cups like the Dunkin' Donuts logo
Did this shit solo, no fucking Apollo
No stars in my corner like Grand Theft Auto
Bravo! — Bitch I’m fresh up off the scale
Young nigga chasing blues like Gargamel
Ain’t hard to tell
Say bitch I’m poppin', this how money talk
Balencis slidin', this how money walk
Jamaican vibe, she love it when I floss
I bought bust downs for my tribe, lil bitch I been a boss
You try to slide then I’ma break you off
I’ll take your life before I take a loss
Negative vibes, I had to shake ‘em off
And fuck the price, you know I paid the cost
It’s on sight nigga Glocks in your dreads
We don’t fight, the only nigga that still boxes is Craig
Bring the hearse if you try me, you’re dead
The opposite of a Jay-Z verse, I ain’t right in the head
Got this shit mastered, exes like you big dick bastard
I’m on that 48 Laws, 25th Chapter
Yeah this a whole new Thugga
Tell you more about it when I drop that new Supper
Dear Summer — I’m rocking the South Beaches
Brons on my feet like how they described Jesus
Jesus! women break their neck to get a peek at me
Look at the chain, diamonds bouncing like P-Valley
Look at the ring, that bitch be turning colors
Got an ice cube on my fist like the Higher Learning cover
Been rapping like a New York nigga, that’s word to mother
Going nuts on these drums like Step Brothers
Sure I can make a song about how to help others
But rapping bout toast and dope, that’s my bread and butter
Yeah, I’m outstanding — no warrants
But fuck the police like Beyoncé in Carmen
My head getting enormous
Say bitch I’m poppin', this how money talk
Balencis slidin', this how money walk
Jamaican vibe, she love it when I floss
I bought bust downs for my tribe, lil bitch I been a boss
You try to slide then I’ma break you off
I’ll take your life before I take a loss
Negative vibes, I had to shake ‘em off
And fuck the price, you know I paid the cost