Priceless

Album cover art for "Priceless" by Flo Rida & Birdman

Flo Rida & Birdman - Rap, In English

Priceless

3 Plays

Duration: 3:53

Lyrics

[Intro: Birdman] Right about now, yeah (So fresh) So fresh... whatup Flo? [Chorus: Flo Rida] I pulled up to the club on dubs They say look at them go, look at them go And raised up with some girls tryin' to cut Three times in a row, times in a row 'Cause I spent twenty on my tires, thirty to be icy But me bein' fly, that's priceless And I gave forty to my side chick, fifty to the wifey But me bein' fly, that's priceless, baby, that's priceless [Verse 1: Flo Rida] I'm straight up out the projects, hustlin' that's the object If ye ain't talkin' cash, then you better switch the topic Bitch nigga stop it, gon' ahead and cop it Money in the bag, call it takin' out the garbage I know them boys snitchin' cause they're scared of first degree But you can tell them F-E-D's I'm in V.I.P With four mill' cheddar, yeah, he keep Florida Keys The window to the wall they supply you what you need Got no wife, but the wife be my girlfriend My girlfriend girlfriend lookin' for a girlfriend Nick name tailspin, leave you in a whirlwind One hit away, now they askin' where the world went? [Chorus: Flo Rida] I pulled up to the club on dubs They say look at them go, look at them go And raised up with some girls tryin' to cut Three times in a row, times in a row 'Cause I spent twenty on my tires, thirty to be icy But me bein' fly, that's priceless And I gave forty to my side chick, fifty to the wifey But me bein' fly, that's priceless Baby, that's priceless [Verse 2: Flo Rida] I'm so fly, not to mention that I'm priceless Ye ain't never seen heard or felt nothin like this Thousand dollar jeans, Air Force Two Nikes Whylin' in the club, give a fuck about indictments 'Scuse me bartender but the drinks are on me Two magnums in my hand, one for creeps, one for freaks Too much legal tender so it's rainin' bubbly My ice the same color what Kelis hair used to be Hold up, wait a min-ute Popeye niggas ain't eatin' they spinach I made to make dollars so it have to make sense I'm pourin' out liquor for my dead presidents All of 'em dead, all of 'em die Toetag money, see it fallin' out the sky Bitch, if I ain't priceless, then bury me alive My pockets like caskets, death live inside [Chorus: Flo Rida] I pulled up to the club on dubs They say look at them go, look at them go And raised up with some girls tryin' to cut Three times in a row, times in a row 'Cause I spent twenty on my tires, thirty to be icy But me bein' fly, that's priceless And I gave forty to my side chick, fifty to the wifey But me bein' fly, that's priceless Baby, that's priceless [Verse 3: Birdman] Sheeeit, alligator with the suede Fifty on the carpet, all yellow hard eggs Scarface white leather Purple kush green, all red shinin' any weather Customized Jeep Fo' a high priced life nigga, get it 'til you can't no mo' Shop 'til you can't no mo', ten on some new shoes Fifty on that boy, hundred on some new jewels And give a fuck about the price Precious little tight, blew hard on the mic She'll get your whole life homey For a stack, do you somethin' right, homey [Chorus: Flo Rida] I pulled up to the club on dubs They say look at them go, look at them go And raised up with some girls tryin' to cut Three times in a row, times in a row 'Cause I spent twenty on my tires, thirty to be icy But me bein' fly, that's priceless And I gave forty to my side chick, fifty to the wifey But me bein' fly, that's priceless Baby, that's priceless

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Credits

Writers
  • Chase N. Cashe
  • Flo Rida
  • Birdman
  • Hit-Boy
  • R. City