Priceless lyrics

[Intro]
KidWond3r you made this beat? dang
Ayy (gang, gang, gang, gang)
West money sh*t b*tch, you know how I'm rockin' n*gga
Straight gang sh*t b*tch, ayy, ayy

[Chorus]
b*tch my rims rub, I'm iced up
Fast cars like Midnight Club, with nitrous
Took my dope up off the clearance rack (the price up)
Snuck through the back door of the strip club, I'm piped up
b*tch I hang around with drug dealers, and sheisters
Got another n*gga b*tch with me, she priceless
Say Lud Foe why you do me wrong? 'cause I'm not righteous
Them n*ggas copy, but they'll never be nothin' like us
I made a livin' and a killin' off that white dust
I like my bread with some cheese on it, that stuffed crust
Gave her a shot, the dumb b*tch f*cked around, missed that bus
These n*ggas hate to see me comin' they don't like us

[Verse 1]
Sadly mistaken if you think that I give two f*cks
I'm in VIP off ecstasy, with two sl*ts
About my fortune cookies, guess what
I spent the fortune on my neck, these VVS's
They drippin' water, got her wet, but I didn't drench her
She say she can't believe it's me, somebody pinch her
I put that Pyrex in a headlock like a wrestler
She want a hundred for some head, but I finessed her
Ain't tryna cuff that ho, I ain't finna arrest her
sh*t on a ho on purpose, she say I depress her
My mama got grey hairs and sh*t, she say I stress her
Cops question me, but no I don't fold under pressure
(Ain't have no cash, got off my ass, now I'm successful)
[Chorus]
b*tch my rims rub, I'm iced up
Fast cars like Midnight Club, with nitrous
Took my dope up off the clearance rack (the price up)
Snuck through the back door of the strip club, I'm piped up
b*tch I hang around with drug dealers, and sheisters
Got another n*gga b*tch with me, she priceless
Say Lud Foe why you do me wrong? 'cause I'm not righteous
Them n*ggas copy, but they'll never be nothin' like us
I made a livin' and a killin' off that white dust
I like my bread with some cheese on it, that stuffed crust
Gave her a shot, the dumb b*tch f*cked around, missed that bus
These n*ggas hate to see me comin' they don't like us

[Verse 2]
f*ck with me and mine, you get put on a stretcher
We play for keeps, we playin' chess and you play checkers
I'm smokin' bubble kush, I fill my lungs with cactus
And I won't give a f*ck how much you study, don't test us
We ridin' V12, let my window down and throw out ketchup
And every day I wake and thank the lord 'cause he blessed us
You plottin' on the Chevy, I'm plottin' on a Tesla
b*tch I'm MC Hammer with this hammer, get nailed up
You got a gun but you didn't shoot it once, it's growing dust
I told my jeweler fill my Patek Philippe with diamonds
Every b*tch that's pretty and petite tryna find us
My di*k had a fight with her pus*y cat, now I'm scratched up
Your b*tch like rich n*ggas, bumped into us, now she snatched up
I knock the air out of your inner tube, get passed up
Use coffee beans to conceal all this paraphernalia
If you a junky, then I got some sh*t to sell you
You should've studied your real n*gga test, I failed you
I'ma check a million before they check me out, for my son
The Lord gave birth, now it is nothing brighter than my son
(My son, my son)
I met this ho, I told her she was dope
Like the crystals in the coke that I sell you
I said look baby, since I think you're dope
I put you in my envelope and I'll mail you
She know that I'm the pimp and she the ho
I put a price on her and sell her
I got this b*tch here with an open nose
She believes everything that I tell her
n*gga if you get caught with all this sh*t
(Whatever you do, just don't tell them I'm the seller)
Remember when I touched that white girl
I became a young gettin' money fellow
Got snowflakes in this white sh*t
True story it couldn't be much paler
These pus*y n*ggas feminine to me
They all faggots, man they all Cinderellas
[Chorus]
b*tch my rims rub, I'm iced up
Fast cars like Midnight Club, with nitrous
Took my dope up off the clearance rack (the price up)
Snuck through the back door of the strip club, I'm piped up
b*tch I hang around with drug dealers, and sheisters
Got another n*gga b*tch with me, she priceless
Say Lud Foe why you do me wrong? 'cause I'm not righteous
Them n*ggas copy, but they'll never be nothin' like us
I made a livin' and a killin' off that white dust
I like my bread with some cheese on it, that stuffed crust
Gave her a shot, the dumb b*tch f*cked around, missed that bus
These n*ggas hate to see me comin' they don't like us