Jordan Ali - Miss Pricey Lyrics

What a time, what a time yeah
What a time, what a time, ay
Miss Pricey
Miss Pricey

Miss Pricey
Miss Pricey
Miss Pricey
Miss Pricey
Miss Pricey
Miss Pricey

Damn you the truth baby
Hats off to you
I burn this cash for you
Dig up in the stash for you
Girl I'm on roll, trucker
She get it from her mother
She need a man with a plan so if you don't duck her
Can we skip to our third date?
Girl I'm a war dog
Look why you yelling at the boy with your clothes off
I got plans for us baby don't go switching on me
They talk 'bout pussy money weed
I host the ceremonies
A trip to where you want to, ooh yeah
Oh yeah I know you want to, ooh yeah
Low key expensive habits
Nah she like that's high key
And if these people got a problem come fight me
And she ain't ever lost a fight dog

Miss Pricey
Miss Pricey
Miss Pricey
Miss Pricey
Miss Pricey
Miss Pricey

She want that ice yeah she cold hearted
Yeah she loves dinero, tells me te quiero
Girl you'd done brought the hustle out me
The hell you think it is?
Hella people curved me now they love me
I was born to win
Clap clap clap it up
Baby can you back it up, f*ck it up
Never letting up, let the money pile up
She talking about tummy tucks and a range rover
I set a run way and dress he likes it October
I got a feeling that she grew up on the West side
She like a dog she ain't really into feline's
What's a break? let me go ahead a get a bag
Yeah baby go remind him what he thought he had

Miss Pricey
Miss Pricey
Miss Pricey
Miss Pricey
Miss Pricey
Miss Pricey