Expensive by NSG Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Got some bad habits, I love expensive shit (Pricey, pricey)
That's why my shawty loves expensive things
Louis and Chanel plus she wants a diamond ring (Ice, ice)
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, ha
She wants a G, so she fucking with the kid

[Chorus]
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 dripping in Italian, that Gucci, Fendi stuff

[Post-Chorus]
Ooh don't bell my line
I don't owe one a dime
Cold nights tryna bill a line
Nah you didn't wanna phone my line
Ooh my gyal she fine now
Always wanna be beside her
Dripping in new designer
My gyal she certified
[Verse 2]
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 Mash'Allah
Thank God for this this daily bread
Know they wish that I won't ball

[Verse 3]
Keep, keep it ten,I'll give you sex
Slimey shoes, Gucci steps
Dripping in designer
Like she come from China
If you gimme good, good neck
I can put chain on them
Nothing ever ever less than then
Let you drip, drip finesse

[Chorus]
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 dripping in Italian, that Gucci, Fendi stuff
[Post-Chorus]
Ooh don't bell my line
I don't owe one a dime
Cold nights tryna bill a line
Nah you didn't wanna phone my line
Ooh my gyal she fine now
Always wanna be beside her
Dripping in new designer
My gyal she certified

[Verse 4]
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
Chanel to paint your face

[Verse 5]
Level up to ma wave (Wave)
Put gucci all on her waist (Gucci)
I know she loves my taste (Taste)
I make her flex in Versace shades
Run it up all day
You could never swing me no lemon haze
Alla this money we making
I count 'til my fingers lazy
[Chorus]
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 dripping in Italian, that Gucci, Fendi stuff

[Post-Chorus]
Ooh don't bell my line
I don't owe one a dime
Cold nights tryna bill a line
Nah you didn't wanna phone my line
Ooh my gyal she fine now
Always wanna be beside her
Dripping in new designer
My gyal she certified