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What Does It Cost? Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2023
Lyrics
Another one, another one, I swear to God I'm troublesome
But you know when the trouble come
Exactly who you running from
My demon time, been working on some nine to five, but I can't find the time
Call up my dog, man he trying to go on a hunt
Spot us an opp, yeah
Tell the pussy we seven to one, what does it cost, yeah
Like nothin' for you to get done
My homie been itching to get him some fun
The cutty been itchin' go get him a perk
Too many missin, I know that it hurt
Too many wishes, I need it to work
Too many bitches that bother me, don't let them follow me
I can not fuck with a flirt
Probably chilling where dollars be
My mama just told me to treat everyday like it's a first
All these F's in my collar and still I go harder
You can tell when I'm spitting this verse
I hit up my dog, yeah
Man he already waiting for the ring
Whatever they saying, it ain't changing a thing
I swear the hate, it created a king
Trying to be patient, but lately let's face it, I swear I can't really wait for a thing
Wasn't with me way before the hustle, when I had to struggle and bathe in the sink
Know what it cost, yeah
And you ain't paid for a thing
I was probably somewhere scenic with a shorty
Looking at the views, just taking em' in
I can't really fuck with them if they bore me
How can I lose? They made me to win
Said she got church up in the morning, but lord knows she don't pray for a thing
Yeah
Lord knows she ain't pray for a thing
Lord knows she ain't made for a ring
But she a real good fuck for a fling
I got real good luck, or a real good look, if I take that shot than its in
I got real good shot, bro, good shot to each shoot I shoot, that's twin
I call up my dog, some shit you can't say over text
We ain't gotta cap at who fake it the best
Us against them, and we taking the bets
I swear this outfit it got em' staring, brand new apparel, I'm breaking they necks
Wasn't with us way before the hustle, when we had to struggle to break up a check
Know what it cost, yeah
Ain't shit we takin' for less
She can't help but be making it stress
Try and say how I made her a mess
I can't give attention when I been sitting in this Volvo, not a stretch
Turn my Volvo to a Vette, turn my old hoe to a pet
Try and turn my roller into a jet, treat my old hoe like the steps
Got this new hoe, she a cold hoe, got my old hoe out of breath
Got this new flow, make my old flow like I never knew how to rap
Got all these old clothes and these two phones, like I never get out the trap
Call up my dog, yeah
And I'm praying he got enough minutes
We just praying he beatin' in the sentence
We just praying he gettin' aquitted
What does it cost, yeah
Like nothing for you to get finished
If he with it, then tell him let's get it
If I go, then I go to the limit, yeah
Just know if I said it, I meant it
She wanna come over, sleep on the linen
Said this week it seen three different women
I could give a fuck about a critic
Yeah, numbers talk, yeah, numbers talk
I fell in love with counting the digits
I fell in love with counting the figures
While shawty wanna work on her figure, I call up my dog
Like tell me if he already hit
I was dreaming about what I'm trying to be, till I realized I'm already it
I could give a fuck what they telling me, just know I ain't telling them shit
I said oh these boys so minor league, I can tell they ain't selling the pitch
What does it cost? I'll pay whatever it is
Man, I'm still kickin and playing that Chinx
Know I'ma find out a way to get rich
And my dog, he gon' stay with the blick
He play in the field like K with the Griff
Used to have them K's with the Swiss
Now it's Medusa head on my kicks
Now it's Medusa head for my bitch
She get whatever it is that she want
I get whatever it is that I need
And all this other shit I got free
I know a couple dogs turn pussy
I know a couple plugs turn fiends
Know a lot of y'all trying to get at me
That's why I keep this shit in my jeans
I call up my dog, yeah
It's only 20 bands for the hit
Brand new 26 with a pre-band
He been itchin' to that shit
Man, you throw it up in that Roni
Got more steady aim from the whip
And that chopper came with a kickstand
But he still hold that shit at his hip
She trying to love and I'm trying to wait
Relationships get in my way
Ain't got no time for a hoe
Ain't trying to get locked
There's way too much money to make
I'm trying to get me an Audi
And wide out the body and swerve it through cutting the lanes
Maybe a beam
As long as they up in the lead or whatever I'm willing to pay
Man what does it cost