Pricey Lyrics

Plug them vacu-cells up, turn the stoves on, it's gelato in this bitch

Nigga, c'mon, c'mon, in that Moe's, nigga, c'mon, mm-mm-mm

Ain't no stoppin' me, man, huh, huh, c'mon

I done got back in that mode so you know it ain't no stoppin' me

Did I fuck your bitch? Nigga, probably

Franchise bill, hunnid bowls, did it all in the white tee

Snap my fingers, get them gone, that's probably why they don't like me

Everything Gucci, think it's time I go get icy

It go main, bitch, side hoe mistress, only breakin' bread with wifey

Put a check on his fitted, nigga, Nike, huh

No, that's not the deal one niggas, no, these bags get pricey

Niggas know these bags get pricey

Gelato got its own flow, no, you cannot bite me

Set them pointers in my ear, got your bitch tryin' to sight see

Ain't no time to write, go in the booth and I just spazz

Mr snap on any tag

Can't walk a mile in my one's

Man, I swear this shit wasn't easy

I'm ridin' round the city, knockin' bowls, bumpin' pezzy

I'm cashin' out your baby daddy leasing

Yeah, I love a slick bitch, bae come talk to me grease

I done got back in that mode so you know it ain't no stoping me

Did I fuck your bitch? Nigga, probably

Franchise bill, hunnid bowls, did it all in the white tee

Snap my fingers, get them gone, that's probably why they don't like me

Everything Gucci, think it's time I go get icy

It go main, bitch, side hoe mistress, only breakin' bread with wifey

Put a check on his fitted, nigga, Nike, huh

No, that's not the deal one niggas, no, these bags get pricey