Spicy

Spicy - Nas/Fivio Foreign/A$AP Ferg

Lyrics by：Nasir Jones/Maxie Ryles/DAROLD FERGUSON/Derek Milano

Composed by：Nasir Jones/Maxie Ryles/DAROLD FERGUSON/Derek Milano

Pricy

Hit-Boy

Nas：

Boss s**t your Lord ship

N***as talkin' yachts since I'm on s**t

I used to run the block now I'm corporate

Corporate

Hoppin' out you know it's up when the doors lift

Whole squad hide the burners

Whole squad

Mets hats in the sky like Bobby Shmurda

They watch me like a chick courtside as the rocker

Flow only getting tougher she beggin' me to cuff her

Brooklyn sweet chick waffles with raspberry butter

Wear a mink at the roller rink middle of the summer

If I can't get it done I got soliders with me to cover

Queens get the money we only stackin' it upwards

Cheese stay icy 'cause s**t get spicy

She on Demon time I get her a timepiece

Patek n***as not lit not like me

Can't get nothin' by me my mind is 2090

Nas/Fivio Foreign：

Que Lo Que everybody pricy

Cost money beat the charge money

Fast money push to start money

Lost money Escobar money

Uh

Fivio Foreign：

Little advice

Little advice

Always add spicy

Uh

Always get the liqour with the ice

I don't give a f**k if that's his wife

I could bag any b***h in these old white Nikes

Uh

That ain't right if she tell me no I'm gettin' tight

Every time you saw me I was nice

Every time I saw you you was light

You was

Every b***h you with look like a dyke

Yeah

I mean she might

Might

Not never be my type nah

She might never be my type look

That b***h is trash I only f**k her for the hype

I only f**k her for the hype look

Uh

Nas：

Que Lo Que everybody pricy

Cost money beat the charge money

Fast money push to start money

Lost money Escobar money

A$AP Ferg：

N***as saying Ferg back but I been with the s**ts

Might make a grill with Tiffanys on my gentleman s**t

My drill n***as out in Brooklyn and they spinnin' and s**t

Bumpin Pop out the whip while we sippin' and s**t

Movie

Model b***hes depth precise f**k attendance of the flights

Keep the vision through the lights never blinded by the height

Keep the Tommy near the belly sincere 'cause I'm hype

Got a ghetto Naomi Campell designer with the Nikes

I'm the one talkin' spice twelve year old killers

With the guns and the knives better run for your life

Got a queen in Queens and my ex a Puerto Rican spice

My Harlem b***h doin' time gettin' caught up with the swipes

Nas：

Que Lo Que everybody pricy

Cost money beat the charge money

Uh

Fats money push to start money

Uh

Lost money Escobar money

Lil' b***h

Hit-Boy we got another one

Pricy

Nostradamus Fivio

A$AP Ferg

Yeah