EDC - Price

I been EDC my fuckin life
Every dolla counts screamin it twice
I make money from screamin at mic's
You wanna see me it comes with a price
My bitches bad and they boujee, they nice
I drink duse straight offa da ice
I'm fuckin bisexual dykes
If she bad then I'm payin her flights
I used to sell packs of the weed to the fiends in the Bs cuz I got it for Low
Then I used what I had to go get what I got now the kid just be hot like a stove
If you thinking I'm broke then think twice
Wasn't dealt with the best hand in life
I make money from screamin at mic's
You wanna see me it come with a price
Every dolla counts, so I went and put a price on the feature
Had to really earn my stripes, no Adidas
See the numbers that we doin on the media
Funny now the bitches wanna kick it like FIFA
I said I won't change, I still been the same nigga
Gettin calls from LA, Went up on my price and got me my chain bigga
Underdog, i be feelin like Vanvleet
I ain't pullin out the game, no plan b
Remember gettin curved in the Camry
Now the bitches on their knees, can't stand me
No they can't stand me, yeah this life amazing
Used to want designer, now designer is my fragrance
I put the pain in my pen, told my brothers it's only on us if we make it
There was days we was broke, had no food on the plate, ain't been hungry a day since
There aint no cap in my rap, I can't be like the rest tell them niggas to stop it
I'm tryna fly out to Houston, and shoot for the stars takin off like a rocket
I been Edc my fuckin life
Every dolla counts screamin it twice
I make money from screamin at mic's
You wanna see me it come with a price
My bitches bad n they boujee, they nice
I drink duse straight offa da ice
I'm fuckin bisexual dykes
If she bad then I'm payin her flights
I used to sell packs of the weed to the fiends in the Bs cuz I got it for Low
Then I used what I had to go get what I got now the kid just be hot like a stove
If you thinking I'm broke then think twice
Wasn't dealt with the best hand in life
I make money from screamin at mic's
You want see me it come with a price
2015 Stealin clothes with a tag on it
Now its YSL yeah I dropped another bag on it
Lambo 10 speed and I'm bout to drop a bank on it
And I got a jeep for my shordie, dropped a bag on it
All my dawgs wit it they be stuck in the trenches
Imma get my hood up get em off of them benches
Momma working double, now I got her expenses
And I'm sendin prayers for my dawg with life sentence
Lemme talk my shit
EDC coming like a boy whos pissed
My team number one like the raps in the six
And my price goin up like the words on a blimp
And its still amiri for the denim
Duckin all they shots, but they mad when I send em
Bitches call my phone but I never save the number
Someone gotta fan me cuz I'm hotter than the summa
Ye
I swear I'm hotter
Bring out the models
We poppin bottles
I been Edc my fuckin life
Every dolla counts screamin it twice
I make money from screamin at mic's
You wanna see me it come with a price
My bitches bad n they boujee, they nice
I drink duse straight offa the ice
I'm fuckin bisexual dykes
If she bad then I'm payin her flights
I used to sell packs of the weed to the fiends in the Bs cuz I got it for Low
Then I used what I had to go get what I got now da kid just be hot like a stove
If you thinking I'm broke then think twice
Wasn't dealt with the best hand in life
I make money from screamin at mic's
You want see me it come with a price

Written by:
DeAndre Myers, John Odoom Jr, Matthew Castaneda

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