Price Tags

[Intro]

The reason why black people are so addicted to materialism is, we use materialism to vicariously add wealth to ourselves

In other words, I don't think much of me. I ain't nobody. But if I put these Air Jordans on, I will be

If I buy this house in a white suburb, I will be. You understand? If I get this white woman, I will be

If I get this Louis Vuitton bag, I will be. So, we use wealth to replace self-worth

[Verse 1]

'Kay, some may think I'm insane. Just a sprinkle of brain

I'm on the brink of a change. Clearly the underdog, but the dude is winning

I'm onto new beginnings. Race and just choose your engine

And living confused with sinning

I done got some problems. Trying to save this Gotham

Niggas robbing and killing, but it's up to me to stop them

But it drives me insane. Niggas grimy and slimy

So find me a change. I'd rather buy me a Range

But I've been removed from popping tags. I'd rather cop a Jag

Damn, can't stop the swag. Open gates, lock 'em back

Got us all in prison. Income from writtens

Flow is so persistent, but the fame got me tripping

I done moved past the shoes, bags, the waves and do' rags

Your wave is due past. It's over, was too dragged

Never on a newcast in cars that move fast

Save up, don't lose cash to working for two sacks

[Hook]

'Cause we all about the guala. Trying to get the dollars

Designer clothes, lot of hoes, Gucci collar

Never been fronting. All come from nothing

Getting them checks, you expect I'm stunting

'Cause we all about the guala. Trying to get the dollars

Designer clothes, lot of hoes, Gucci collar

Never been fronting. All come from nothing

Getting them checks, you expect I'm stunting

[Verse 2]

I dreamed of earning mega millions, least a hundred or two

Penthouse apartment with just a wonderful view

Cameras flashing, paparazzi always front of the news

Gold chains and lots of Jordans, I'll have bundles to choose

I want diamonds and watches and straight shining on carpet

And my Bugatti, I park it. Issey Miyake my closet

And this money that I'm making, I'm gon' show it off

Odd are, couple years, I'm gon' blow it all

Can't resist the urge to spend. My problems are worsening

I'm going to church to sin. Please close the curtaining

Your whole life's been open, explain the pipe you're smoking

Plus, like the pills you're popping, the way to deal has got 'em

Straight up going insane. It ain't flowing the same

It seems like y'all start to change with the hoes and the fame

'Cause a nigga got some dollars, gotta change up my homies

Straight become a new person, while forgetting the old me

[Hook]

'Cause we all about the guala. Trying to get the dollars

Designer clothes, lot of hoes, Gucci collar

Never been fronting. All come from nothing

Getting them checks, you expect I'm stunting

'Cause we all about the guala. Trying to get the dollars

Designer clothes, lot of hoes, Gucci collar

Never been fronting. All come from nothing

Getting them checks, you expect I'm stunting

[Verse 3]

Fuck family, fuck friends. All I want is designer

Fuck a peace of mind and conscience with my leather recliner

Fuck attention and a Grammy, all I want is the dollars

Fuck being a role model, all I want is the sponsors

Sad that I sold my soul for money, the hoes and gold

I'm stressed and blowing dope because the Holy Ghost

Made the wrong decision, like the longest living

But got the strongest vision, clouded by thongs on women

But I know all these vices. Gotta stay enlightened

With the fame, I won't change. I'mma beat it, I'mma fight it

Blowing up the first year, talking 'bout the birth year

Becoming what I hate, a false prophet, that's my worst fear

[Hook]

'Cause we all about the guala. Trying to get the dollars

Designer clothes, lot of hoes, Gucci collar

Never been fronting. All come from nothing

Getting them checks, you expect I'm stunting

'Cause we all about the guala. Trying to get the dollars

Designer clothes, lot of hoes, Gucci collar

Never been fronting. All come from nothing

Getting them checks, you expect I'm stunting

[Outro]

Nigga, you just wait 'til I come up, nigga

Y'all- Y'all think I'm playing, like it's a joke or something?

When you see me come around in that Bentley truck and I'm fucking shit up

You're gonna want to ride with me

When you see me step out the car, huh, but let's see how I could run this

Huh, $500 on my ass

Huh, 700 on my feet

Uh, these niggas is cheap

I'm talking V.V.S. down to the motherfucking toe

I'm talking 'bout motherfucking 6 karat for the pinky ring, nigga