Price Tag (intro) Lyrics

I'll say it again, if you don't fail, you're not even trying

My wife told me this great expression, to get something you never had, you have to do

something you never did

How you claim you got a bag but you ain't poppin' tags

In the club, poppin bottles just to see some ass

I guess you livin' life the wrong price, I got a bag too

Ain't gotta pop it all the time, I show you what this money do

Takin' flights and eatin right, bad bitch, I keep in sight

Can't decide which way to go, I got diamonds, yeah, they froze my soul

Niggas hard, them bitches told, designer bag give all my hoes

Knowing if the price right, I make this lil' bitch touch her toes

I been in my bag for so long, gotta be the next to blow

Tryna take my brothers out of town, to fuck on these lil' hoes

My pinky froze B wrist froze we got rich off of sellin' bows

Knowin' we woulda been cut off his neck, if a nigga told

In my zone, I smoke that Joe, nigga, argue

Let him go

Niggas ain't important, it's me, I had to let him know

Beefin bout her fuck, that hoe, trickin' bad all these hoes go

Put a rack to her face let her smell it, she gone suck dis dick real slow

Woah, the biggest 101

Yeah, I'm done, nails done, everything done

The biggest 101, she know I'm the real one

I'm the one, not the fuckin' 2

I get real stuff, I can pull you out some blue

Pull you out some blue

Let this shit known, I can pull you out some blue

It's so damaged in my back, I'm pullin' out these blues

Threw some hundreds on her ass, that shit got stuck like glue

Pull these bitches to the side, it's the lucky two

Bitches stare at me up and down, I walk up in the room

Yeah, I know, had that bit, knees on the floor

See what's suckin', dick too long, I got that bitch, mouth all on swole

Lil' freak hoe, turnt off casamigos

Flyin' bitches out of town, I ain't green, don't call me no Cee-Lo

How you claim you got a bag but, you ain't poppin' tags

In the club,poppin bottles just to see some ass

I guess you livin' life the wrong price, I got a bag too

I ain't got to pop it all the time, I show you what this money do

Takin' flights and eatin' right, bad bitch, I keep in sight

Can't decide which way to go, I got diamonds, yeah, they froze my soul

Niggas hard, them bitches told, designer bag give all my hoes

Knowing ' if the prices right, I make the lil' bitches touch her toes