Son Kuma - Price Tags

{Intro: Lo}
Even Lil Yachty wouldn't fit on the seine
But my cup is empty so there's room inside my hand
I'm not big enough for her to use an Acronym
So I told her if you tag me it won't help on Instagram

{Pre-Hook: Lo}
It won't help on Instagram, help on Instagram
If you misunderstand that's cus she's Parisian
She don't give a damn, she don't give a damn
She looks a million, Louis V could be a fan but
She don't give a

{Hook: Son Kuma}
Price tag, ain't no price tags for these bitches
Need an ice pack, need an ice pack or some stitches
For your heart now (yah)
For your heart now (yah)
For your heart now (yah)
For your heart now (yah yah)

{Verse 1: Son Kuma}
Ain't no price tag you too high-class for that
Fuck my finance you not side-tracked for that
You won't bat an eyelash letcha fine ass relax
You know I like that, you know I like that
Oh cus I'm a baller, right?
And this girl's eyes ain't got no prize don't see no dollar signs
Can't flex my figures text my digits, she won't call my line
She's so hard to find, these niggas under qualified I shouldn’t have to wonder why
Cause she's looking for a dude who ain't gotta prove something But he'll treat her like a jewel, keep it cool like it's nothing
I've been feeling what she do how she moves, making love its
Always got me in the mood drinking goose while we fucking
Like damn, she on me like a stamp I'm her male like fo'real
Muhfucka I am, so I'm sticking to the plan hope I stick it when we land
You don't want my dime cus you is a dime
And I better take charge cus you is the fine
And you don't wanna see the hunneds gotta keep it a hunned
Cus you ain't falling for the money gotta show ya I want it
Because ma'am, I really like you and
Fuck a check I'm really trynna rep your brand
Fuck a tag on the gram

{Pre-Hook: Lo}
It won't help on Instagram, help on Instagram
But if you misunderstand that's cus she's Parisian
And she don't give a damn, she don't give a damn
You could drop a million, Louis V could be your fam but
She don't give a

{Hook: Son Kuma}
Price tag, ain't no price tags for these bitches
Need an ice pack, need an ice pack or some stitches
For your heart now (yah)
For your heart now (yah)
For your heart now (yah)
For your heart now (yah yah)

{Verse 2: Lo}
I'll prolly need some stitches for my heart
This girl don't give a fuck between a heli or the Bart
And maybe I can rearrange my head so she sees eye to eye with me
I need no one but she but she don't need no one like me
Yeah I dream about her all the time
This girl who takes her love with poetry a glass of wine
I’d tell her I’m a broke boy
She says that’s a joke boy
You’re richer than Koch boys
Come and share a smoke boy
That's when Id say yachty wouldn't fit on the seine
But my cup is empty so there's room inside my hand
I'm not big enough for you to use an acronym
So I'm sorry if you tag me it won't help on Instagram

{Pre-Hook: Lo}
It won't help on Instagram, help on Instagram
But if you misunderstand that's cus she's Parisian
And she don't give a damn, she don't give a damn
She looks a million, Louis V could be a fan but
She don't give a

{Hook: Son Kuma}
Price tag, ain't no price tags for these bitches
Need an ice pack, need an ice pack or some stitches
For your heart now (yah)
For your heart now (yah)
For your heart now (yah)
For your heart now (yah yah)

{Verse 3: Son Kuma}
And everywhere I look I see these niggas tryna fiend
Tryna be your dude by buying jewels not knowing you's a queen
Cus you attractive like the Mona Lisa
Pack that shit fill the whole arena
Flow so sick I got emphysema
Rhyme so quick lyrics for a cheetah
Felines need to rewind read the last line
Me-time ain't a real thang its a dream-like
State mind crossing state lines cus I hate mine
Reminds me of old times digging gold mines
And you a gold mine And you all mine
Singing "oh why? I'm a broke guy"
Fuck a tag on the gram, fuck the man with the bag, you the damn champ and you got no price