Miss Pricey Lyrics

What a time, what a time yeah

What a time, what a time, ay

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Damn you the truth baby

Hats off to you

I burn this cash for you

Dig up in the stash for you

Girl I'm on roll, trucker

She get it from her mother

She need a man with a plan so if you don't duck her

Can we skip to our third date?

Girl I'm a war dog

Look why you yelling at the boy with your clothes off

I got plans for us baby don't go switching on me

They talk 'bout pussy money weed

I host the ceremonies

A trip to where you want to, ooh yeah

Oh yeah I know you want to, ooh yeah

Low key expensive habits

Nah she like that's high key

And if these people got a problem come fight me

and she ain't ever lost a fight dog

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She want that ice yeah she cold hearted

Yeah she loves dinero, tells me te quiero

Girl you'd done brought the hustle out me

The hell you think it is?

Hella people curved me now they love me

I was born to win

Clap clap clap it up

Baby can you back it up, fuck it up

Never letting up, let the money pile up

She talking about tummy tucks and a range rover

I set a run way and dress he likes it October

I got a feeling that she grew up on the West side

She like a dog she ain't really into feline's

What's a break? let me go ahead a get a bag

Yeah baby go remind him what he thought he had

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