Priceless - LUD FOE

KidWond3r you made this beat? Daang!

Aye (Gang, gang, gang, gang)

Out west 290 shit bitch, you know how I’m rockin' nigga

Straight gang shit, bitch

Aye

Bitch my rims rub, I’m iced up

Fast cars like Midnight Club, wit' 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

Bitch I hang around with drug dealers, and sheisters

Got another nigga bitch with me, she priceless

Say, «Lud Foe why you do me wrong?», 'cause I’m not richeous

Them niggas copy, but they’ll never be… not like us

I made a livin' and a killin' off, that white dust

I like my bread wit' some cheese on it, and stuffed crust

Gave her a shot, that dumb bitch fucked around, Imma stab her

These niggas hate to see me comin' they, don’t like us

Sadly mistaken if you think that I give two fucks

I’m in V.I.P. off ecstasy, wit' two sluts

About my fortune cookies, guess what

I spent the fortune on my neck, these VVS'

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 hoe, I ain’t finna arrest her

Shit on a hoe on purpose, she say I depress her

My momma got grey hairs, and she she say I stress her

Cops question me, but no I don’t fold under pressure

(Ain't have no cat scratch off my eyes now I’m…)

Bitch my rims rub, I’m iced up

Fast cars like Midnight Club, wit' 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

Bitch I hang around with drug dealers, and sheisters

Got another nigga bitch with me, she priceless

Say, «Lud Foe why you do me wrong?», 'cause I’m not richeous

Them niggas copy, but they’ll never be… not like us

I made a livin' and a killin' off, that white dust

I like my bread wit' some cheese on it, and stuffed crust

Gave her a shot, that dumb bitch fucked around, Imma stab her

These niggas hate to see me comin', they don’t like us

Fuck wit' me and man you get put on a stretcher

We play for keeps, we playin' chess and you play checkers

I’m smokin' Bubba Kush, I fill my lungs with cactus

And I won’t give a fuck how much you study, don’t test us

Ridin' V12 and my window down, and though I’ll catch up

And everyday I wake and thank the lord, 'cause he blessed us

Plottin' on the sh… I'm plottin' on a Tesla

Bitch I’m MC Hammer wit' this hammer, get nailed up

Ya got a gun, but you didn’t shoot it once, it’s growing dust

I told my jeweler fill my Patek Phillipe, wit' diamonds

Every bitch that’s pretty and petite, tryna find us

My dick had a fight wit' her pussy cat, now I’m scratched up

Yo' bitch like rich niggas, bumped into us, now she snatched up

Knock the air out of yo' inner tube, get passed up

Use coffee beans to conceal all this paraphernalia

If you a junky, then I got some shit to sell ya

You should’ve studied your real nigga test, I failed ya

Imma check a million before they check me out, for my son

gave birth now it is nothing brighter than my son (my son, my son)

I met this hoe I told her she was dope, like the crystals in the coke that I

sell ya

I said, «Look baby, since I think you’re dope, I put you in my envelope and

I’ll mail ya»

She know that I’m the pimp and she the hoe

I put a price on her and sell her

I got this bitch here wit' a open nose, she believes everything that I tell her

Nigga if you get caught wit' all the shit, 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 fella

Got snow flakes in this white shit, true story it can be much paler

These pussy niggas into me

They all faggots, man they all Cinderellas

Bitch my rims rub, I’m iced up

Fast cars like Midnight Club, wit' 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

Bitch I hang around with drug dealers, and sheisters

Got another nigga bitch with me, she priceless

Say, «Lud Foe why you do me wrong?», 'cause I’m not richeous

Them niggas copy, but they’ll never be… not like us

I made a livin' and a killin' off, that white dust

I like my bread wit' some cheese on it, and stuffed crust

Gave her a shot, that dumb bitch fucked around, Imma stab her

These niggas hate to see me comin' they, don’t like us