UP’n the Price lyrics

[Intro: Chow Lee]
Yeah we up’n the price (hey)
Yeah we up’n the price (okay)
Bought a new Rollie I’m always on time (alright)

[Verse 1: Chow Lee]
Bought a new Rollie I’m always on time
I’m the sh*t so I’m up’n the price
And my b*tch bad as hell swear to god she a dime
And I’ll still probably f*ck on his wife
And these n*ggas be hating I’m one of a kind
Bought a stick cause I’m loving my life
Bought a stick now I feel like a dyke
n*gga don’t put your hands on my dice
456 mm now I’m up 5
My shooters don’t miss
Ya shooters be shooting like them n*ggas blind
I just went chrome heart the Rollie and told these Jabronies ain’t wasting no valuable time
I cannot tell on my co-d man f*ck the police
No change I ain’t dropping no dimes
I picked my b*tch up in the stolie let her hold the situation while we go for a ride
Motherf*ck the opps n*gga it’s a leg for a leg
n*gga it’s a eye for a eye
I’m a young CEO like I got dressed for a meeting yeah I got ties
Just got a new chain I swear that sh*t right from the deep end and I told that b*tch cover her eyes
Oouu that pus*y real wet that sh*t like a pool
Vroom this 488 it was made just for two
I met this b*tch and her friends was badder than her so I’m f*ckin her crew
Her pus*y was slippery slope I’m slidin’ right in we ain’t need no lube
[Verse 2: Yung Talii]
I f*cked a b*tch on a Saturday I’m giving swag away
I just might buy her some shoes
I got a shooter like Galloway
He gon knock off yo head if you play with my blues
Chop off the top when I pull out the coupe yeah
Most of my chains they like noose
Beat out her back and I’m doing the hoop
On god I had to pass her to Sush
Tired of these pus*y n*ggas talkin I had to invest in AR’s
I’m keeping the uzi like Uzi or I’m keeping the smith like I’m JR
My b*tches they bad and they boujee
But they salute me like I’m Adolf
I’m strapped with that fire don’t test me
I dropped outta college don’t test me
I made a 100 off of Setty
Rockin’ red bottoms I stepped in spaghetti
Cuban chokers sittin’ heavy
My n*ggas gon jump em we can’t shoot a headie
Count up til my palms sweaty
Ballin’ so hard hit his ass with a hesi
I’m a block boy used to post at the deli
Lost me some friends but I popped me a addy

[Verse 3: Chow Lee]
I just popped me addy I’m paranoid bought a new draco that sh*t go like ratatat
I got a skinny b*tch I brought that b*tch to the doctor I bought my lil baby a fatty
I’m dressing proper I just went to Chrome Hearts in Vegas and you know my T-shirt is Matty
She dropped the addy I’m pulling right up in the coupe you know that this sh*t not a Cadi
You think you had it I’m havin’
This sh*t is a Cartier Skelly this sh*t ain’t a Patek
I ain’t Ray J they better not give me no money I’m acting real bad
I’m putting some diamonds on my di*k
f*ck is you doin’ walking around with them Converse on you know that ain’t Rick
Rockin yellow diamonds
b*tch told me go put a condom on
You know that I’m p*ssed