Pricey lyrics

by

Capolow


[Intro: Capolow]
What's the price
Hop up out the coupe
I'm so icey (ice)
Walkin' like a lick I'm lookin pricey (price)
What's the price
Hop up out the
What's the price
Hop out the coupe
I'm so icey (ice)
Ayy

[Chorus: Capolow]
What's the price
Hop out the coupe
I'm so icey (ice)
Walkin' like a lick I'm lookin pricey (price)
I can't cuff no hoe no you no wifey (no wife)
If he make a threat I don't take that lightly (no lie)
Keep a 40 under the white tee (the white)
Rude n*gga I don't know why these hoes like me (they like)
All the fancy sh*t I'm buying (I buy)
All these b*tches bad, they lookin righteous (yeah right)

[Verse 1: Capolow]
Oh sh*t
Baby know I'm young and rich
I'm the sh*t, I got money
I be lookin like some bricks (Aye, Aye)
All this ice, I wanna pick it
All this ice up on my wrist, no
You can't be my wife, no
You can't be my b*tch if that make sense
All this fabric I be wearing cost yo rent
If you weren't livin' with yo mama you'd be livin' in a tent
I can't be broke
I got many hoes
Too much SI stones
She hand me dough
Now I got many pearls
I rock diamonds with them
I-I got two tone cubans
Mix the white with rose
All this ice I own is white n rose
Next imma buy a Rolles
Or next imma buy a Wraith
And next time its on NBK
b*tch it ain't no break
Tell that hoe go bust that day (Aye, Aye)
[Chorus: Capolow]
What's the price
Hop out the coupe
I'm so icey (ice)
Walkin' like a lick I'm lookin pricey (price)
I can't cuff no hoe no you no wifey (no wife)
If he make a threat I don't take that lightly (no lie)
Keep a 40 under the white tee (the white)
Rude n*gga I don't know why these hoes like me (they like)
All the fancy sh*t I'm buying (I buy)
All these b*tches bad, they lookin righteous (yeah right)

[Verse 2: Haiti Babii]
Throwing hunnids on top of the dash
You know it's a repercussion
Lil baby don't follow my cash
You know that the reaper comin'
Like why you lookin so serious
Damn b*tch mighty fine
Yo last gonna be jus like me
f*ck n*gga can't fit in my jeans
Flex up, hit 1 shoot 3
These b*tches wanna f*ck on me (on me)
Soon as she come around
I'm finna di*k her down
n*ggas ain't cut like me
Soon as I pull up
I drop the top on a b*tch
I ain't pullin out
I'm finna bust on her lips
I kept on riding the back of the bus
Now a n*gga f*ck inside the coupe
Now a n*gga in and out of foreigns
Now a n*gga in inside a b*tch
Now a n*gga feelin hella rich
Now a n*gga feelin like I'm Dolph
Feelin like I'm finna take off
[Chorus: Capolow]
What's the price
H-Hop out the coupe
I'm so icey (ice)
Walkin' like a lick I'm lookin pricey (price)
I can't cuff no hoe no you no wifey (no wife)
If he make a threat I don't take that lightly (no lie)
Keep a 40 under the white tee (the white)
Rude n*gga I don't know why these hoes like me (they like)
All the fancy sh*t I'm buying (I buy)
All these b*tches bad, they lookin righteous (yeah right)
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