[Lyrics] NSG – Expensive Lyrics

Lyrics
Got some bad habits I like expensive shit (Pricey, pricey)
That’s why my shawty loves expensive things
Louis and Chanel plus she wants a diamond ring (Icey, icey)
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
She wants a G, so she fucking with the kid
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 drippin’ in Italian, that Gucci, Fendi stuff
Oh, don’t blow my line
I don’t owe no one a dime
Cold nights tryna bill a line
Nah, you didn’t wanna phone my line
Oh, my gyal she fine now
Always wanna be beside her
Drippin’ in new designer
My gyal she certified
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 mashallah
Thank God for this daily bread
Know they wish that I won’t ball
Keep, keep it ten, I’ll give you sex
Slimey shoes, Gucci steps
Drippin’ in designer
Like she come from China
If you gimme good-good neck
I can put chain on them
Nothing ever less than ten
Let you drip-drip, finesse
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 drippin’ in Italian, that Gucci, Fendi stuff
Oh, don’t blow my line
I don’t owe no one a dime
Cold nights tryna bill a line
Nah, you didn’t wanna phone my line
Oh, my gyal she fine now
Always wanna be beside her
Drippin’ in new designer
My gyal she certified
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
Channel to paint your face
Level up to my wave
Put Gucci all on her waist
I know she loves my taste
I make her flex in Versace shades
Run it up all day
You could never swing me no lemon haze
All of this money I’m making
I count ’til my fingers lazy
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 drippin’ in Italian, that Gucci, Fendi stuff
Oh, don’t blow my line
I don’t owe no one a dime
Cold nights tryna bill a line
Nah, you didn’t wanna phone my line
Oh, my gyal she fine now
Always wanna be beside her
Drippin’ in new designer
My gyal she certified