Price Tag (With SB Xans)

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah (What? what?) Balenciaga bitch, finna keep the price tag (Balenciaga, tag) When you see my ass it's gonna be a red flag (Red flag) Red flag, bitch I'm banging red rags (Red flag, red) Red on red, bitch I'm really like that (Red on red, bitch) Got on hella drip, bitch I'm wearing all black Pop out with a stick I ain't kiddin' bitch Why am I so lit? Don't know why I'm lit SB Xans, bitch Don't know why I'm sick Why am I so lit? I don't know, I'm lit I don't- Why am I missin' shit? I don't know (I don't know) When I'm always in the block, always grippin' on my pole, and it blow (Grippin on my pole, blow) Skrttin' in the whip, I be on the road, on patrol (on patrol) And when I see a nigga, hit em' with the scope (Gang gang) Fuckin' bitch, sprayin' all these bullets, leave you with a hole I hate snitches I ain't kiddin', I'ma make this .40 blow (Ayy) I ain't kiddin', I'ma hit you with this pole I just want a girl, I don't want a ho (Fuckin' bitches) Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah (What? what?) Balenciaga bitch, finna keep the price tag (Balenciaga, tag) When you see my ass it's gonna be a red flag (Red flag) Red flag, bitch I'm banging red rags (Red flag, red) Red on red, bitch I'm really like that (Red on red, bitch) Got on hella drip, bitch I'm wearing all black Pop out with a stick I ain't kiddin' bitch Why am I so lit? Don't know why I'm lit SB Xans, bitch Don't know why I'm sick Why am I so lit? I don't know, I'm lit I don't- Brand new Prada bitch I'm finna keep the price tag (Keep the price tag) I'ma buy designer, then I'ma make it right back Got the choppa on my hip with the right mag (Brrt, brrt) Ain't no nigga nor a bitch gettin' up in my bag I'ma that keep the rifle on me like I'm from Iran (Iran?) I got yo bitch wit' me, she feelin' up on my pants (What? What?) She a groupie, she see my money and she gon' dance Keep the heavy metal if a nigga try to touch the bands (Ya dig) That banana clip, it make em' go bananas (Bananas) (Brrt, brrt) We spin yo block and we turn shit to a banaza (To a banaza) On a money run, that cash shit I ran up That lil' bitch a cancer, pour wock in the Fanta (Up in the Fanta) I gotta stick to the code, ain't no fuckin' switchups (Ain't no switch ups) That nigga ain't got motion, he need to go get his shit up (Nah, nah) (Ha) I get faded than a ho, backwoods ain't no swishers (Ain't no swishers) And even when I'm talking my shit, bitch I'm still gettin' richer (Yeah yeah yeah yeah) Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah (Brrt, brrt, brrt brrt brrt) Balenciaga bitch, finna keep the price tag (Balenciaga, tag) When you see my ass it's gonna be a red flag (Red flag) Red flag, bitch I'm banging red rags (Red flag, red) Red on red, bitch I'm really like that (Red on red, bitch) Got on hella drip, bitch I'm wearing all black Pop out with a stick I ain't kiddin' bitch Why am I so lit? Don't know why I'm lit SB Xans, bitch Don't know why I'm sick Why am I so lit? I don't know, I'm lit I don't-