歌词
Pricy
Hit-Boy
Nas：
Boss s**t your Lord ship
N***as talkin' yachts since I'm on s**t
I used to run the block now I'm corporate
Corporate
Hoppin' out you know it's up when the doors lift
Whole squad hide the burners
Whole squad
Mets hats in the sky like Bobby Shmurda
They watch me like a chick courtside as the rocker
Flow only getting tougher she beggin' me to cuff her
Brooklyn sweet chick waffles with raspberry butter
Wear a mink at the roller rink middle of the summer
If I can't get it done I got soliders with me to cover
Queens get the money we only stackin' it upwards
Cheese stay icy 'cause s**t get spicy
She on Demon time I get her a timepiece
Patek n***as not lit not like me
Can't get nothin' by me my mind is 2090
Nas/Fivio Foreign：
Que Lo Que everybody pricy
Cost money beat the charge money
Fast money push to start money
Lost money Escobar money
Uh
Fivio Foreign：
Little advice
Little advice
Always add spicy
Uh
Always get the liqour with the ice
I don't give a f**k if that's his wife
I could bag any b***h in these old white Nikes
Uh
That ain't right if she tell me no I'm gettin' tight
Every time you saw me I was nice
Every time I saw you you was light
You was
Every b***h you with look like a dyke
Yeah
I mean she might
Might
Not never be my type nah
She might never be my type look
That b***h is trash I only f**k her for the hype
I only f**k her for the hype look
Uh
Nas：
Que Lo Que everybody pricy
Cost money beat the charge money
Fast money push to start money
Lost money Escobar money
A$AP Ferg：
N***as saying Ferg back but I been with the s**ts
Might make a grill with Tiffanys on my gentleman s**t
My drill n***as out in Brooklyn and they spinnin' and s**t
Bumpin Pop out the whip while we sippin' and s**t
Movie
Model b***hes depth precise f**k attendance of the flights
Keep the vision through the lights never blinded by the height
Keep the Tommy near the belly sincere 'cause I'm hype
Got a ghetto Naomi Campell designer with the Nikes
I'm the one talkin' spice twelve year old killers
With the guns and the knives better run for your life
Got a queen in Queens and my ex a Puerto Rican spice
My Harlem b***h doin' time gettin' caught up with the swipes
Nas：
Que Lo Que everybody pricy
Cost money beat the charge money
Uh
Fats money push to start money
Uh
Lost money Escobar money
Lil' b***h
Hit-Boy we got another one
Pricy
Nostradamus Fivio
A$AP Ferg
Yeah