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boy lucca and alan z – expensive lyrics

intro:
i don’t want much, just a ferrari for the weekend
bad b+tches for the evening
that ain’t much right? is it?

chorus [alan z]:
up in the hilton, no inn
my taste is getting expensive
rather than be sad in a benz
than be at peace with expenses
see me with nothing but 10s
yea she be tasting expensive
i’m making more than i spend
my money long, it’s extensive
[boy lucca]
i’m making more than i spend
the taste is getting expensivе
need a new whip maybe 10
i like еlaborate inventions
she gotta be bad with some friends
i need a b+tch with extensions
i’m out of money again
the taste is getting expensive

verse 1 [boy lucca]:
the taste is getting expensive
needing some property
just for the extras
dinner plates, with the blessing
hop in jets with no questions asked
full pda with no tsa
si’il vous plait, glacier water in my lemonade
getting entertained what’s her stripper name?
d+mn she need break
taking a trip to the dentist, straighten my t++th
for the price of the lease
i’m the type to compete, i say more than i read
i don’t keep my receipts, the f+ck do you mean
i’m oblivious to reality
abnormality getting salary
forgetting to count up the calories
from all the platters i’m palleting
ok ok go
balenciaga when walking the trenches
levitate when i take off in benzes
when i arrive making my own entrance
put a stop to the show like the apprentice
i know that she love it
just check the impression
my foot on the gas, the leather is scented
diamonds imbedded to give the incentive
rockstar living in red dead redemption
go
verse 2 [alan z]:
when facing the mike, i’m in control
crossover, alan’s in iverson mode
hollywood bound, right in the grove
but to be blunt? i need a role
me and my soldiers been in the trenches
my time is money, it’s getting expensive
left situations, been independent
guess i been jaded, its in my pendant +
saucing, you see the drip on me…
and it got kick like hitmonlee (spice)
pen game pun, l, christopher wallace
ain’t no mc going big on me
the kid got hands like hitmonchan
if you with your mans, and you get b+llsy
better go see the doctor like kool mo dee
i’m too op, you’re f+cking with broly (yea)
it take me nothing to f+ck on your b+tch
you better pray that i’m not
blowing her back out like she was related
to my enemy, or she dating the opps (whoa)
whether it’s hourly, salary yes
gotta pay alan respect (cash)
direct deposit hit over 6 figures
that’s my reality check (facts)

- boy lucca and alan z lyrics

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