Expensive

[Verse 1] Got some bad habits, I love expensive shit (Pricey, pricey) That's why my shawty loves expensive things Louis and Chanel plus she wants a diamond ring (Ice, ice) She knows I got it, I'm expensive kid, uh Gelato zoot, woah, expensive spliff (Expensive spliff) Pull up and skrr, yeah expensive skid (Pull up and skrr) Miss Independent comes with attitude and shit, ha She wants a G, so she fucking with the kid [Chorus] They praying on my down, you ain't praying hard enough We smoking different loud, you can't get high as us This gyal I'm with she different no ordinary stuff We dripping in Italian, that Gucci, Fendi stuff [Post-Chorus] Ooh don't bell my line I don't owe one a dime Cold nights tryna bill a line Nah you didn't wanna phone my line Ooh my gyal she fine now Always wanna be beside her Dripping in new designer My gyal she certified [Verse 2] This dick ain't free, this shit cost Ride with me, get lit of course Foreign drip, oh She gon' risk it all I don't want no problem ma' But your body's Mash'Allah Thank God for this this daily bread Know they wish that I won't ball [Verse 3] Keep, keep it ten,I'll give you sex Slimey shoes, Gucci steps Dripping in designer Like she come from China If you gimme good, good neck I can put chain on them Nothing ever ever less than then Let you drip, drip finesse [Chorus] They praying on my down, you ain't praying hard enough We smoking different loud, you can't get high as us This gyal I'm with she different no ordinary stuff We dripping in Italian, that Gucci, Fendi stuff [Post-Chorus] Ooh don't bell my line I don't owe one a dime Cold nights tryna bill a line Nah you didn't wanna phone my line Ooh my gyal she fine now Always wanna be beside her Dripping in new designer My gyal she certified [Verse 4] I'm sorry I made you wait Pussy good, I pulled out late She's all over my face, I call her MUA Put you in GLA Skrrt off to see LA LV to hold your jeans Chanel to paint your face [Verse 5] Level up to ma wave (Wave) Put gucci all on her waist (Gucci) I know she loves my taste (Taste) I make her flex in Versace shades Run it up all day You could never swing me no lemon haze Alla this money we making I count 'til my fingers lazy [Chorus] They praying on my down, you ain't praying hard enough We smoking different loud, you can't get high as us This gyal I'm with she different no ordinary stuff We dripping in Italian, that Gucci, Fendi stuff [Post-Chorus] Ooh don't bell my line I don't owe one a dime Cold nights tryna bill a line Nah you didn't wanna phone my line Ooh my gyal she fine now Always wanna be beside her Dripping in new designer My gyal she certified