Взрыв в Наркопритоне (Explosion in Drug Den) lyrics

[Intro - Nas]

Pricey
(Hit-Boy)

[Verse 1 - Nas]

Boss sh*t, your Lordship
n*ggas talkin' yachts and some more sh*t
I used to run the block, now I'm corporate (Corporate)
Hoppin' out, you know it's sum’n when the doors lift
Whole squad hide the burners (Whole squad)
Mets hats in the sky like Bobby Shmurda
They watch me like the chip', courtside at The Rucker
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 soldiers with mе to cover
Queens get the monеy, we only stackin' it upward
G's stay icy 'cause sh*t get spicy
She on Demon Time, I get her a timepiece
Patek, n*ggas not lit, not like me (Nah)
Can't get nothin' by me, my mind is two-thousand ninety (Wooo!)

[Chorus - Nas]
¿Qué lo que? Er’rybody pricey
Cost money, beat the charge money (Charge money)
Fast money (Fast money), push to start money (Start money)
Large money, Escobar money (Uh)

[Verse 2 - Fivio Foreign]

Little advice (Little advice), always add spice (Uh)
Always get the liquor with the ice (Not me)
I don't give a f*ck if that's his wife (Nah)
I could bag any b*tch in these all white Nikes (Uh)
That ain't right (Nah), if she tell me, "No", I'm gettin' tight
Look, every time you saw me I was nice (Ayy)
Every time I saw you, you was light (You was)
Uh, every b*tch you with look like a dyke (Lil' b*tch)
Uh, I mean she might (Might) not never be my type, nah
She might never be my type, look
That b*tch is trash (b*tch is trash), I only f*ck her for the hype (Uh)
I only f*ck her for the hype, look (Uh)

[Chorus - Nas & Fivio Foreign ]

¿Qué lo que? Er’rybody pricey
Cost money ( Cost money ), beat the charge money ( Uh )
Fast money ( Skrrrt ), push to start money ( Uh ) (Ooo ooo!)
Large money ( Yeah ), Escobar money
[Verse 3 - A$AP Ferg]

(Ferg!)
n*ggas saying Ferg back, but I been with the sh*ts (Yeah)
Might make a grill with Tiffany's on my gentleman sh*t (Right)
My drill n*ggas out in Brooklyn and they spinnin' and sh*t (Yeah)
Bumpin' Pop out the whip while we sippin' and sh*t (Movie)
Model b*tches that's precise, f*ck attendants off the flights
Keep the vision through the lights, never blinded by the hype (Yeah)
Keep the Tommy near the belly, sincere 'cause I'm hype (Ooo ooo)
Got a ghetto Naomi Campbell, designer with the Nikes (Grrr)
I'm the one talkin' spice (Whoop), twelve year old killers
With the guns and the knives (Oof!), better run for your life (Oof!)
Got a queen in Queens and my ex a Puerto Rican spice (Oof!)
My Harlem b*tch doin' time, gettin' caught up with the swipes (Ooo oo!) (Yeah, alright!)

[Chorus - Nas & Fivio Foreign ]

¿Qué lo que? Er’rybody pricey
Cost money ( Cost money ), beat the charge money ( Uh )
Fast money ( Skrrrt ), push to start money ( Uh )
Large money ( Yeah ), Escobar money ( Lil' b*tch )

[Outro - A$AP Ferg]

Hit-Boy, we got another one (Pricey)
Nastradamus, Fivio (Vroom)
A$AP Ferg (Yeah)