EST Gee - Price Tag lyrics

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EST Gee - Price Tag lyrics

[Intro] Make that ass go ba-rup-a-pum-pum Make that ass go ba-rup-a-pum-pum Make that ass— make that ass— Make that ass go ba-rup-a-pum-pum (FOREVEROLLING) [Chorus] Yeah, twenty-five hundred all in fives, tens, and twenties Every other hundred, she forget when I was ugly I still call her natural if she got it from her stomach Actin' brand new like she ain't used to let us run her Good box come with a price tag on it Fire top come with a price tag on it Tell me what's the cost, I can spare a couple hundred That money ain't nothin', I'ma buy it if I want it [Verse 1] She my nurse bae, we at her place She said your sex was so weak, it made her turn gay She ain't the type let you fu*k her on the first date She been fiendin' for Gee in the worst way I told her go, baby, it's your birthday fu*kin' with me, I can upgrade your purse game I told her (Make that ass), move like an earthquake I done spent two hundred every day for a month straight [Chorus] Yeah, twenty-five hundred all in fives, tens, and twenties Every other hundred, she forget when I was ugly I still call her natural if she got it from her stomach Actin' brand new like she ain't used to let us run her Good box come with a price tag on it Fire top come with a price tag on it Tell me what's the cost, I can spare a couple hundred That money ain't nothin', I'ma buy it if I want it [Post-Chorus] What it cost? What it cost? What it cost? What it cost? [Verse 2] It can't be that much Way she cleaned it all up, I ain't see no nut She ain't never wan' let you fu*k like she bleed all month And I like her, might give her tongue, but I don't eat no bu*t She want a street ni**a, a whole brick flipper A rich shooter, money getter, and a yeek gripper I give it to her, she throw it back like a flea flicker She let me hit it in the car, left my seat squishy [Chorus] Yeah, twenty-five hundred all in fives, tens, and twenties Every other hundred, she forget when I was ugly I still call her natural if she got it from her stomach Actin' brand new like she ain't used to let us run her Good box come with a price tag on it Fire top come with a price tag on it Tell me what's the cost, I can spare a couple hundred That money ain't nothin', I'ma buy it if I want it [Post-Chorus] What it cost? What it cost? [Outro] Make that ass— Make that ass—

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