Spicy Nas (Ft. A$AP Ferg & Fivio Foreign)

[Intro: Nas]
Pricy
Hit-Boy

[Verse 1: Nas]
Boss shit, your Lordship
Niggas talkin' yachts since I'm on shit
I used to run the block, now I'm corporate (Corporate)
Hoppin' out, you know it's Son when the doors lift
Whole squad hide the burners (Whole squad)
Mets hats in the sky like Bobby Shmurda
They watch me like the chip', courtside at The Rucker
Flow only getting tougher, she beggin' me to cuff her
Brooklyn Sweet Chick, waffles with raspberry butter
Wear a mink at the roller rink middle of the summer
If I can't get it done, I got soldiers with me to cover
Queens get the money, we only stackin' it upward
G's stay icy 'cause shit get spicy
She on Demon Time, I get her a timepiece
Patek, niggas not lit, not like me
Can't get nothin' by me, my mind is 2090

[Chorus: Nas & Fivio Foreign]
¿Qué lo que? Everybody pricy
Cost money, beat the charge money
Fast money, push to start money
Large money, Escobar money (Uh)