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It Cost
Hip-Hop/Rap
It Cost was released on January 31, 2025 by Cool Fly Rich, TrapNasty as a part of the album Trap Fly
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Release DateJanuary 31, 2025
LabelCool Fly Rich, TrapNasty
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
WILX
WILX
Background Vocals
Gwop
Gwop
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Wilkes London
Wilkes London
Songwriter
Jaylan Morgan
Jaylan Morgan
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Triple G Ty
Triple G Ty
Executive Producer

Lyrics

Keep putting ' it in they face, waited my turn, I never hated
They can't be blind forever, they'll knock soon, I'm patiently waitin
Kings Lane, baby, but the yoch slick raised me
Make the wrong judgment, hear the ambulance wake up a patient
They'll come from all ways, I'm in cahoots with the Haitians
Got that Miguel on repeat, I wanna quicke Ion do relations
lot of shit I wasn't feelin', if I was grimy , I would've snaked em
Hustle like I'm broke, you lose soon as you get complacent
**** see this shit and bitches wanna be in our spaces
My aura light up a room, so they gotta pay to have me in these places
My flower fill up the room, I'm thankin' God I don't smoke basic
And my engine go like vroom, I swear to God that I ain't racin
Just a hustler to the tomb, I gotta stack it for my babies
With a pocket full of blues, I'm thinkin', how could I be racist
**** end up on the news, but I ain't got nothin' in they savings
Yea I'm from the yoch lil' baby, we get paper on the daily
Trap nasty ain't shit gravy, get off your ass, **** lazy
****, how you put the pussy over paper, must be crazy
Rappin' and trapping paid me
More militant like the Navy
My aura light up the room, it pay to be in my graces
Chains jumpin' side to side, catchin' the looks on they faces
Right now I'm on a different time, can fuck up my image, pulling up wit a basic
Chasin' a bitch, that's a no-no, but a bag yeah, I'm chasin
Smokin' on shit, you can't afford, so this wood, yeah, I'm facin
Every time I link with Wilx , we puttin' **** in they places
They got a pay cuz they was slick hating
They was in the house, I was tryin' to touch pavement
They were clockin' in, I was pickin' up payments
Fuck what they gotta say, there go another bank statement,
Whip and the bitch, yeah, they both high maintenance
Smellin' like money, she lovin' the fragrance
Whenever I drip or speak, nun to question gon' always be a statement
She got a cute face, no waste her body need some shapin
Ian even scratch the surface, I already feel like I'm one of the fuckin' staples
Makin' dead prayers legally, but I'm gone always get it under the table
I'm gone keep on doin' my thing, long as I know that God is able
Yeah, keep doin' my thing, I'm plugged in, I ain't got no cable
Roll that leaf up just like maple
I keep stallions in my stable
Ten years in and I'm still stable, ****, I ain't seen a label, yeah
Uh, uh, uh, uh
**** see this shit and bitches wanna be in our spaces
My aura light up a room, so they gotta pay to have me in these places
They gotta pay to have me in these places
They gotta pay to have me in these places
It costs
Written by: Jaylan Morgan, Wilkes London
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