Vee Tha Rula - Expensive lyrics

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Ft. Ace Hood

(Verse: Vee Tha Rula)

I shouldn't do this shit

I mean, who am I fooling

This drink got me stupid

We prolly should uber it

And I'mma bust me this oovie

I don't need to do it

Cause that would be two of them

Drinkin' Remmy with boo in 'em

Someone that stupid that mean niggas shootin' em

I try to talk to 'em

That brother weren't usin' it

I'm just like Boosie, I feel like I'm crazy

On parties and movies that starring your ladies

I don't throw shit, I just shine and you shaddy

We party the b b b, share that's the 808

Tryna ball, nigga fade away

Remember, my clothes was on late away

Now all these bitches be on me, won't stay away

That's how the day go, I'm living like day to day

(Hook x2)

Weed is expensive

This drink is expensive

This flight is expensive

But where am I goin'?

Wake up in the morning

And do it all ova

I prolly shouldn't drink again

(I prolly shouldn't, but I know I will)

(Man, fuck it, let's drink again!)

(Verse 2: Ace Hood)

My weed louder than a ratchet bitch

I done drank so much and had an accident

I'm in Dubai with a Paris chick

Who like Americans but not heritage

She on both her knees but no prayer shit

I'm allergic to lames I need a Claritin

Got my head spinnin' like a ferris wheel

I done told myself to never drink again

Who am I tryna kid like a toddler

I still drink champagne with the pasta

I still hang with the killas and the robbers

I love brain, but I neva went to college

I woke up, two bitches in my kingsized

I don't remember last night, I was too high

And I just hope I'll put a condom on a python

This shit got a nigga think about his lifeline

That fuck that you wanted, want it once, right?

Came high, five bands for the one night

I might jump on a jet for the Floyd fight

I know it's way too expensive for you lies

I asked the pilot to go for the wifi

I'm on the gram, no shirt for the eight pack

So many rocks in the watch, no ASAP

It's hood nation, cheers with the cognac

(Hook x2)

(Verse 3: Vee Tha Rula)

I shoulda known my phone is gon' die

Shoulda charged that shit long before

Come meet me, I'm home

I'm sorry, I know you tried callin' me several times

I'm in the zone

Girl, is you ready? I'm wyling out

I got a cannon to give you, I'm wyling out

Rolling your mouth, give you something to smile about

I get so high, give a fire to a pilot

If I see these bitches, I'm diving, you get it?

Tryna pick up the pace, I'm getting sluggish

I'm fucking hung over, but fuck it, it's popping

Igniting my city, you love it

We goin' wherever and neva pay cover

Fo' real tho, ironic that I'm in the line-up

My show said like 20, that's fine tho

I'm hittin' the green room to pop me a bottle

A black man, I'm coolin' Alphonso

I'm smoking this zip and just strugglin'

Spendin' cash, money, like fuck 'em, my nigga

That money talk, that's why you shut up, my nigga

My life is expensive, I luv it, my nigga!

(Hook)