Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Capolow
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Capoleon Price
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mr Tracks
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
What's the price?
Hop up out the coupe, I'm so icy
Ice, walkin' like a lick, I'm lookin' pricey, price
What's the price?
Hop up out the coupe
What's the price?
Hop out the coupe, I'm so icy, ice
[Verse 2]
What's the price?
Hop out the coupe, I'm so icy
Ice
Walkin' like a lick, I'm lookin' pricey
Price
I can't cuff no ho, no, you no wifey
No wife, if he make a threat, I don't take that lightly
No light
Keep a forty under white T
The white
Rude ****, I don't know why these hoes like me
They like
All the fancy shit I'm buying
I buy
All these bitches bags, they lookin' righteous
Yeah, right
[Verse 3]
Oh shit, baby know I'm young and rich
I'm the shit
I got money, I be looking like some bricks
All this ice on one pinky
All this ice up on my wrist
No, you can't be my wife
But you can be my bitch if that make sense
All this fabric I be wearin' cost your rent
If you wasn't living with your mama, you'll be living in a tent
I can't be broke, I got many hoes
Too much ass I sold
She hand me dough, now I got many pros
I rock diamonds with gold
I got two tone Cubans, mixed the white with rose
All this ice I own is white and rose, next I'ma buy a Rolls
Or next I'ma buy a Wraith
The next time this ho hand me cake
Bitch, it ain't no break
Tell that ho go bust that date
[Verse 4]
What's the price?
Hop out the coupe, I'm so icy
Ice
Walkin' like a lick, I'm lookin' pricey
Price
I can't cuff no ho, no, you no wifey
No wife, if he make a threat, I don't take that lightly
No light
Keep a forty under white T
The white
Rude ****, I don't know why these hoes like me
They like
All the fancy shit I'm buying
I buy
All these bitches bags, they lookin' righteous
Yeah, right
[Verse 5]
Throwin' hunnids on top of the dash, you know it's a repercussion
Lil' baby don't follow my cash, you know that the Reaper comin'
Like why you lookin' so serious? Damn, bitch, you mighty fine
Your last **** gonna be just like me
Fuck **** can't fit in my jeans
Flex up, hit one, shoot three
These bad bitches wanna fuck on me
Soon as she come around, I'm finna dick her down, **** ain't cut like me
Soon as I pull up, I drop the top on a bitch
I ain't pullin' out, I'm finna bust on her lips
I kept on ridin' the back of the bus, now a **** fuck inside the coupe
Now a **** in and out of foreigns
Now a **** in inside a bitch
Now a **** feelin' hella rich
Now a **** feelin' like I'm Dolph
Feelin' like I'm finna take off
[Verse 6]
What's the price?
Hop out the coupe, I'm so icy
Ice
Walkin' like a lick, I'm lookin' pricey
Price
I can't cuff no ho, no, you no wifey
No wife
If he make a threat, I don't take that lightly
No light
Keep a forty under white T
The white
Rude ****, I don't know why these hoes like me
They like
All the fancy shit I'm buying
I buy
All these bitches bags, they lookin' righteous
Yeah, right
Written by: Capoleon Price
