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PERFORMING ARTISTS
EST Gee
EST Gee
Vocals
FOREVEROLLING
FOREVEROLLING
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
George Stone III
George Stone III
Songwriter
Jeffrey Lynn Jones
Jeffrey Lynn Jones
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
FOREVEROLLING
FOREVEROLLING
Producer
Royce Monroe
Royce Monroe
Mixing Engineer
D. Cannon
D. Cannon
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Yeah, twenty-five hundred all in five, tens, and twenties
Every other hundred, she forget when I was ugly
I still call her natural if she got it from her stomach
Acting brand new like she ain't used to let us run her
Good box come with a price tag on it
Fire top come with a price tag on it
Tell me what's the costs, I can spare a couple hundred
That money ain't nothing, I'ma buy it if I want it
[Verse 2]
She my nurse bae, we at her place
She said yo sex so weak it made her turn gay
She ain't the type to let you fuck her on the first date
But she been fiending for Gee in the worse way
I told her go, baby, it's yo birthday
Fucking with me, I can upgrade yo purse game
I told her (Shake that ass), like a earthquake
I done spent two hunnid every day for a month straight
[Verse 3]
Yeah, twenty-five hundred all in five, tens, and twenties
Every other hundred, she forget when I was ugly
I still call her natural if she got it from her stomach
Acting brand new like she ain't used to let us run her
Good box come with a price tag on it
Fire top come with a price tag on it
Tell me what's the costs, I can spare a couple hundred
That money ain't nothing, I'ma buy it if I want it
(What it cost, what it cost, what it cost, what it cost)
[Verse 4]
It can't be that much
And she clean it all up, I ain't see no nut
She don't never wan' let you fuck, like she bleed all month
And I like her, I might give her tongue but I don't eat no butt
She want a street ****
A whole brick flipper
A rich shooter, money getter, and a yeek gripper
I give it to her, she throw it back like a flea flicker
She let me hit it in the car and get my seats squishy
[Verse 5]
Yeah, twenty-five hundred all in five, tens, and twenties
Every other hundred, she forget when I was ugly
I still call her natural if she got it from her stomach
Acting brand new like she ain't used to let us run her
Good box come with a price tag on it
Fire top come with a price tag on it
Tell me what's the costs, I can spare a couple hundred
That money ain't nothing, I'ma buy it if I want it
(What it cost, what it cost)
Written by: George Stone III, Jeffrey Lynn Jones
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