Spicy - Nas feat Fivio Foreign & A$AP Ferg
Pricy
Hit-Boy
Boss sh_t, your Lordship
N_ggas talkin' yachts since I'm on sh_t
I used to run the block, now I'm corporate (Corporate)
Hoppin' out, you know it's Son 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 b_tter
Wear a mink at the roller rink middle of the summer
If I can't get it done, I got soldiers with me to cover
Queens get the money, we only stackin' it upwards
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
Can't get nothin' by me, my mind is 2090
¿Que lo que? Everybody pricy
Cost money, beat the charge money
Fast money, push to start money
Large money, Escobar money (Uh)
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 (Ay)
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)
¿Que lo que? Everybody pricy
Cost money, beat the charge money
Fast money, push to start money
Large money, Escobar money
N_ggas saying Ferg back, but I been with the sh_ts
Might make a grill with Tiffany's on my gentleman sh_t
My drill n_ggas out in Brooklyn and they spinnin' and sh_t
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
Keep the Tommy near the belly, sincere 'cause I'm hype
Got a ghetto Naomi Campbell, 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_tch doin' time, gettin' caught up with the swipes
¿Que lo que? Everybody pricy
Cost money, beat the charge money (Uh)
Fast money, push to start money (Uh)
Large money, Escobar money (Lil' b_tch)
Hit-Boy, we got another one (Pricy)
Nastradamus, Fivio (Vroom)
A$AP Ferg (Yeah!)
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