Price Tag - Glasses Malone

Bitch cruise the drop can’t believe this motherfucker flop

Got a nigga hot

Tryna figure who to blame

This my life niggas treat it as a game

Took the pistol at my brain, as the hammer pill back

If I don’t kill me imma go kill mac

And his kid will feel that, They ain’t did nothing to me

Fuck!

I Can’t believe I let the pressure get to me

So it comes down to this live life as a failure

Nobody home, death the only shelter

I Phone yelling nigga pick me up

But luckily I answer like «Nigga What The Fuck!?»

I got a deal you couldn’t possibly refuse

But will a nigga ball?

You will get your own shoe

What about the plaques, grammy’s, groupies?

Let me direct and we gon' make a movie

But when we start shooting?

what’s the pay for the picture

Everlasting fame, power and riches

Gucci belts for your brethren

If you want in, just sign the contract

Where the motherfucking pen?

Everybody got a price tag

Nigga name your price

Everybody got a price tag

Nigga name your price

Everybody got a price tag

Nigga name your price

Everybody got a price tag

Nigga name your price

Single drop?

I could tell shit was different

No single?

niggas wouldn’t trip

Now the new single got the whole club flipping

And shit where the hoes?

hoes get to stripping

I don’t get distribute 6 figures first week

Niggas on my nuts, bitches want the meet

Award nominations, front row seats

Best artist in the game begging me for a feature

All I get is love, All I get is checks

I Phone ringing, that’s when I get attached

Don’t forget who your ass is really signed too

You ungrateful, must I remind you?

Hell naw, I don’t need no reminder

I’m all lifestyle, clothes all designer

Slide to the stage to accept my award

As I go to thank God, a disturbance on the floor

And this award goes to… GLASSES MALOOONE (yeaah)

That’s what I’m talking bout

(First off, I just wanted to thank you God

Get your hands outta my pocket…

Get your hands outta my pocket nigga!

Wtf?

aye nigga calm down

Oh shit!)

(bang!)

Everybody got a price tag

Nigga name your price

Everybody got a price tag

Nigga name your price

Everybody got a price tag

Nigga name your price

Everybody got a price tag

Nigga name your price

Thinks we do for the millions, now I’m staring at the ambulance ceiling

Pressure keep building as they tryna stop the bleeding

They tryna keep me breathing

Beat start to slow, as my heart start to go

Flat line a nigga gone, that’s what you get from selling shit you don’t own

Everybody got a price tag

Nigga name your price

Everybody got a price tag

Nigga name your price

Everybody got a price tag

Nigga name your price

Everybody got a price tag

Nigga name your price