Cost Me a Lot

Lyrics

[Intro] What can I do? It's cost me a lot It's cost me a lot (Nigga, this shit right here, nigga?) It's cost me a lot (Nigga, this shit right here? Shit, homie) It's cost me a lot (Shit, homie) It's cost me a lot (Nigga, this shit right here, nigga?) It's cost me a lot (This shit right here?) It's cost me a lot (Hey) It's cost me a lot (Hey) [Verse 1] Just one of them days a nigga feel like flossin' A Stone Cold Stunner, bitch, I'm Steve Austin Cool as Drew Brees, I'm blowin' a few G's Just to hear them hoes say that he's awesome He's off 'em, yeah, remember when you fronted on me? Pulled up beside me in the big body and stunted on me? Or when the bouncer just announced that it was bottle service only Then he kicked me out the line, yeah, he punted on me Well, look, I'm back, bitch, back with an attitude Buyin' out the bar 'cause I feel like this shit, I gotta prove Last year, the cashier told me my card was not approved Now I'm tippin' the server hundred to show my gratitude, easy Told you I'd be back, baby, guess you ain't believe me Now I'm livin' just like them niggas you see on TV VIP, feel like this club oughta thank me I hit the bar so y'all can see me ballin', HD [Refrain] It's cost me a lot (Huh) Big chains, big whips with wood grain It's cost me a lot My God Watch make mama think someone might rob It's cost me a lot Fast life until the gas light Cop the type of shit you couldn't get at half price It's cost me a lot Look, but don't touch, motherfucker, think twice It's cost me a lot [Chorus] Now I don't love no material things But I'm in love with the feelings they bring I got 'em like, "Damn" (How— how— how he do that?) Damn (How— how— how— how he do that?) Now I don't love no material things But I'm in love with the feelings they bring I got 'em like, "Damn" (How— how— how he do that?) Damn (How— how— how— how he do that?) [Verse 2] Uh, knee-deep in the game, my chain heavy Somebody get the pilot and ask is the plane ready To handle all the weight on my shoulders, we takin' off Don't wanna meet Aaliyah, but yet I can't take it off 'Cause how I'm supposed to shine right without the proper bling? Remember when I did a show with Waka Flocka Flame Felt naked 'cause the boy rocked about a thousand chains Guess we rock a lot of ice 'cause we got a lot of pain That's five hundred years of swellin', I'm tryna tell 'em Jacob the Jeweler is cooler now that he a felon Jay put a stamp on the nigga, but wouldn't mail him If he couldn't sell him, so what that tell him, huh? My chain heavy and my bitches look very thorough Must be the money like Deion with the Jheri curl White Range, call that motherfucker Larry Bird I got 'em hangin' onto every word [Refrain] It's cost me a lot (Huh) Big chains, big whips with wood grain It's cost me a lot My God Watch make mama think someone might rob It's cost me a lot Fast life until the gas light Cop the type of shit you couldn't get at half price It's cost me a lot Look, but don't touch, motherfucker, think twice It's cost me a lot [Chorus] Now I don't love no material things But I'm in love with the feelings they bring I got 'em like, "Damn" (How— how— how he do that?) Damn (How— how— how— how he do that?) Now I don't love no material things But I'm in love with the feelings they bring I got 'em like, "Damn" (How— how— how he do that?) Damn (How— how— how— how he do that?)