Spicy (Bonus Track)
    (专辑: King's Disease - 2020)
    
    Pricy  Hit-Boy   Boss shit, your Lordship  Niggas talking yachts since I'm on shit  I 
used to run the 
block, now I'm corporate (Corporate)  Hopping out, you know it's Son when the 
doors lift  Whole squad hide the 
burners (Whole squad)  Mets hats in the 
sky like Bobby Shmurda  They watch me like the 
chip', courtside at The 
Rucker  Flow only getting tougher, she begging me to cuff her  Brooklyn Sweet Chick, waffles with raspberry butter  Wear a 
mink at the 
roller rink middle of the 
summer  If I 
can't get it done, I 
got soldiers with me to cover  Queens get the 
money, we only stacking it upwards  G's stay icy 'cause shit get spicy  She on Demon Time, I 
get her a 
timepiece  Patek, niggas not lit, not like me  Can't get nothing by me, my mind is 2090   ¿Qué lo que? Everybody pricy  Cost money, beat the 
charge money  Fast money, push to start money  Large money, Escobar money (Uh)   Little advice (Little advice), always add spice (Uh)  Always get the 
liquor with the 
ice (Not me)  I 
don't give a 
fuck if that's his wife (Nah)  I 
could bag any bitch in these all-white Nikes (Uh)  That ain't right (Nah), if she tell me, "No", I'm getting tight  Look, every time you saw me I 
was nice (Ay)  Every time I 
saw you, you was light (You was)  Uh, every bitch you with look like a 
dyke (Lil' bitch)  Uh, I 
mean she might (Might) not never be my type, nah  She might never be my type, look  That bitch is trash (Bitch is trash), I 
only fuck her for the 
hype (Uh)  I 
only fuck her for the 
hype, look (Uh)   ¿Qué lo que? Everybody pricy  Cost money, beat the 
charge money  Fast money, push to start money  Large money, Escobar money   Niggas saying Ferg back, but I 
been with the 
shits  Might make a 
grill with Tiffany's on my gentleman shit  My drill niggas out in Brooklyn and they spinning and shit  Bumping Pop out the 
whip while we sipping and shit (Movie)  Model bitches that's precise, fuck attendants off the 
flights  Keep the 
vision through the 
lights, never blinded by the 
hype  Keep the 
Tommy near the 
belly, sincere 'cause I'm hype  Got a 
ghetto Naomi Campbell, designer with the 
Nikes  I'm the 
one talking spice, twelve-year-old killers  With the 
guns and the 
knives, better run for your life  Got a 
queen in Queens and my ex a 
Puerto Rican spice  My Harlem bitch doing time, getting caught up with the 
swipes   ¿Qué lo que? Everybody pricy  Cost money, beat the 
charge money (Uh)  Fast money, push to start money (Uh)  Large money, Escobar money (Lil' bitch)   Hit-Boy, we got another one (Pricy)  Nastradamus, Fivio (Vroom)  A$AP Ferg (Yeah!)