Pricey lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy, Ecko, turn it up
Uh-huh (Fly the Jett)
Uh-huh, uh-huh (She gon' trap ’til six 'til three in the morning)
Ayy, you know the Verde matter, n*gga (I can't)
Alright, come on
I can’t understand no, f*ck
Alright, alright

[Verse]
I can't understand a b*tch that ain't got no dough (That ain't got no dough)
You ain't got no cho? (You ain't got no cho?)
b*tch, then hit the door, yeah (b*tch, then hit the door)
Ayy, she gon' trap 'til six ’til three in the morn (’Til three in the morn)
Ayy, 'til three in the morning
My foot scorin’ 'cause she doin' what she 'posed to do
Do yo’ sh*t, mama, do yo' sh*t, mama, ayy
Do yo' sh*t, mama (Uh-huh), do yo' sh*t, mama (Ayy), ayy
I'm that n*gga, gotta talk to me nicely
I'm pricey, these Balenciagas, ain't no Nikes
Just checked a five piece out a broke b*tch
But I don't think I want her ass no more, she on some broke sh*t, n*gga
Yo' ass worthless, ayy
What the f*ck is a band? I spend that on my Perc, b*tch
Matter of fact, on a shirt, b*tch
Thirteen hundred on some Lanvin shoes, I walk nervous, n*gga
Nah, I'm lyin'
Got Dior play shoes 'cause again I could buy 'em
'Cause again I could buy 'em, n*gga
Got yo' b*tch in the S550 and we flyin', n*gga, ayy
n*gga tried to try it and he died, n*gga, ayy
He only hard with his pole, I slap fire out a b*tch
"Turn around, see what you turnin' down," stop all that Dr. Seuss pimpin'
You ain't breakin' on her, n*gga, you over there coochie and ass lickin'
n*gga, you ain't breakin' on that b*tch, you over there coochie and ass lickin', n*gga
The f*ck, n*gga? You ain't breakin' on that b*tch, you over there coochie and ass lickin'