Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song what it cost , by - Toosii. Release date: 29.07.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
what it cost |
| Yeah, talk to me nice or don’t talk to me twice, I been in my bag |
| Paranoid, I got PTSD, thirty in my mag |
| I came from rags to riches, I ain’t tryna go back to the rags |
| My new lil' bitch been tripping, I ain’t really tryna be no dad |
| I thought you seen it in me, I’m a star |
| Won’t switch the wrap, a nigga switched the car |
| I left the Earth and ended up on Mars, that mean |
| I’m sitting next to the stars |
| I thought you seen it on me, I got scars |
| Rather be judged by twelve than be carried by six |
| But I still won’t see no bars |
| I never knew tears was what it cost |
| I got a bad bitch but don’t need her |
| I got a bad bitch but’ll leave her |
| I hang with bakers like Anita |
| And I had some bad dreams 'bout the reaper |
| I just rock Off-White, not Adidas |
| I just might Off-White my tuxedo |
| These niggas act, Danny DeVito |
| I know she a freak bitch with the Speedo, I’m givin' her |
| I’m tryna run up them dividends |
| She lost her mind if she think I’m gon' give her some |
| Say she a fish in the pond, I’m a bigger one |
| It don’t take shit to go get a gun |
| I made it out, I was just with the little one |
| How you an activist and you ain’t did enough? |
| Pray to God 'bout my life then I live it up (Live it up, live it up) |
| Yeah, talk to me nice or don’t talk to me twice |
| I been in my bag (I been in my bag) |
| Paranoid, I got PTSD, thirty in my mag (Thirty in my mag) |
| I came from rags to riches, I ain’t tryna go back to the rags (Back, back, back) |
| My new lil' bitch been tripping, I ain’t really tryna be no dad |
| I thought you seen it in me, I’m a star |
| Won’t switch the wrap, a nigga switched the car |
| I left the Earth and ended up on Mars |
| That mean I’m sitting next to the stars |
| I thought you seen it on me, I got scars |
| Rather be judged by twelve than be carried by six |
| But I still won’t see no bars |
| I never knew tears was what it cost |
| I hit it one time with no cutter |
| Switchin' bitches like switching whips, nigga fuckin' |
| See me with another bitch, I’m up to something |
| See you with the opps, we catch 'em, get to dumpin', he in the past |
| I put lil' bro and n’em on his ass |
| Cartier, thought this would be my last |
| Took a year, ran it up, and I did it fast |
| I put the losses with the wins |
| Introduced bosses to my friends |
| Introduced friends to the bosses so we all could be bosses at the end |
| Took the bitch from a seven, turned her to a ten |
| Now the bitch want a big bag with no glint |
| I knew the world was fucked, I fucked a stripper bitch |
| Seen the condom pop and then she grinned, damn |
| Yeah, talk to me nice or don’t talk to me twice, I been in my bag (In my bag) |
| Paranoid, I got PTSD, thirty in my mag |
| I came from rags to riches, I ain’t tryna go back to the rags |
| My new lil' bitch been tripping, I ain’t really tryna be no dad |
| I thought you seen it in me, I’m a star |
| Won’t switch the wrap, a nigga switched the car |
| I left the Earth and ended up on Mars, that mean I’m sitting next to the stars |
| I thought you seen it on me, I got scars |
| Rather be judged by twelve than be carried by six but I still won’t see no bars |
| I never knew tears was what it cost |