What Does It Cost?

Another one, another one, I swear to God I'm troublesome But you know when the trouble come Exactly who you running from My demon time, been working on some nine to five, but I can't find the time Call up my dog, man he trying to go on a hunt Spot us an opp, yeah Tell the pussy we seven to one, what does it cost, yeah Like nothin' for you to get done My homie been itching to get him some fun The cutty been itchin' go get him a perk Too many missin, I know that it hurt Too many wishes, I need it to work Too many bitches that bother me, don't let them follow me I can not fuck with a flirt Probably chilling where dollars be My mama just told me to treat everyday like it's a first All these F's in my collar and still I go harder You can tell when I'm spitting this verse I hit up my dog, yeah Man he already waiting for the ring Whatever they saying, it ain't changing a thing I swear the hate, it created a king Trying to be patient, but lately let's face it, I swear I can't really wait for a thing Wasn't with me way before the hustle, when I had to struggle and bathe in the sink Know what it cost, yeah And you ain't paid for a thing I was probably somewhere scenic with a shorty Looking at the views, just taking em' in I can't really fuck with them if they bore me How can I lose? They made me to win Said she got church up in the morning, but lord knows she don't pray for a thing Yeah Lord knows she ain't pray for a thing Lord knows she ain't made for a ring But she a real good fuck for a fling I got real good luck, or a real good look, if I take that shot than its in I got real good shot, bro, good shot to each shoot I shoot, that's twin I call up my dog, some shit you can't say over text We ain't gotta cap at who fake it the best Us against them, and we taking the bets I swear this outfit it got em' staring, brand new apparel, I'm breaking they necks Wasn't with us way before the hustle, when we had to struggle to break up a check Know what it cost, yeah Ain't shit we takin' for less She can't help but be making it stress Try and say how I made her a mess I can't give attention when I been sitting in this Volvo, not a stretch Turn my Volvo to a Vette, turn my old hoe to a pet Try and turn my roller into a jet, treat my old hoe like the steps Got this new hoe, she a cold hoe, got my old hoe out of breath Got this new flow, make my old flow like I never knew how to rap Got all these old clothes and these two phones, like I never get out the trap Call up my dog, yeah And I'm praying he got enough minutes We just praying he beatin' in the sentence We just praying he gettin' aquitted What does it cost, yeah Like nothing for you to get finished If he with it, then tell him let's get it If I go, then I go to the limit, yeah Just know if I said it, I meant it She wanna come over, sleep on the linen Said this week it seen three different women I could give a fuck about a critic Yeah, numbers talk, yeah, numbers talk I fell in love with counting the digits I fell in love with counting the figures While shawty wanna work on her figure, I call up my dog Like tell me if he already hit I was dreaming about what I'm trying to be, till I realized I'm already it I could give a fuck what they telling me, just know I ain't telling them shit I said oh these boys so minor league, I can tell they ain't selling the pitch What does it cost? I'll pay whatever it is Man, I'm still kickin and playing that Chinx Know I'ma find out a way to get rich And my dog, he gon' stay with the blick He play in the field like K with the Griff Used to have them K's with the Swiss Now it's Medusa head on my kicks Now it's Medusa head for my bitch She get whatever it is that she want I get whatever it is that I need And all this other shit I got free I know a couple dogs turn pussy I know a couple plugs turn fiends Know a lot of y'all trying to get at me That's why I keep this shit in my jeans I call up my dog, yeah It's only 20 bands for the hit Brand new 26 with a pre-band He been itchin' to that shit Man, you throw it up in that Roni Got more steady aim from the whip And that chopper came with a kickstand But he still hold that shit at his hip She trying to love and I'm trying to wait Relationships get in my way Ain't got no time for a hoe Ain't trying to get locked There's way too much money to make I'm trying to get me an Audi And wide out the body and swerve it through cutting the lanes Maybe a beam As long as they up in the lead or whatever I'm willing to pay Man what does it cost