Lyrics

If I was the president, I would tax it If I was a dealer, I would bag it, get it cracking, I He wanna leave a stack on the table My man ain't used to being catered He say, "That for me? All that, and it's free?" What we got is high end And baby been used to Ikea Now he know where the sauce is Demi glaze saucing, ah They don't make 'em like this You can't find this on the gram 'Cause I keep mine private Bae, I can't help it It's just high, high priced velvet Ooh, the type that you blessed with Yeah, it's high, high priced velvet All them wanna bag They say, "Can I have?" I say, "Nigga, please That's for bae, yes, indeed" And bae, I can't help it It's just high priced velvet Only thing missing is some popcorn Bae, keep watching like a movie, oooh And this here body - so cold When I walk by, he said, "God, bless me" Achoo, achoo, achoo I'm the type that you I do I'm the type and calligraphy I'm the type that you one knee I'm the type that ya momma meet 'Cause I keep mine private Bae, I can't help it It's just high, high priced velvet Ooh, the type that you blessed with Yeah, it's high, high priced velvet All them wanna bag They say "Can I have?" I say, "Nigga, please That's for bae, yes, indeed" Bae, I can't help it It's just high, high priced velvet Ooh Body, body - so cold He called me sneeze And every time I walk by, he say, "God, bless me" Body, body - so cold He called me sneeze And every time I walk by, he say, "God, bless me" It's high, priced velvet It's high priced velvet If he was a dealer, he's bag it, get it crackin' Oooh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Writer(s): Homer Steinweiss, Kirby Lauren Dockery, Joe Eden Harrison, Paul Michael Raphael Spring, Thomas R Brenneck Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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