Amanda Rome West - Priceless

Haha
It's so extra
This album is long
On purpose
I don't roll with fakes, only real ones
Keep your petty cash and those dirty little funds
Pay for myself, call me Gates, startup
If you ain't rich by 21 then you can't catch up
Sippin' and I'm whippin' and this city got me trippin'
Don't need substance to be litted
But 420 I stay lifted
Even sober, I be gifted
With this rappin'
I be cashin'
Digital dashin'
Diamonds flashin'
Priceless be my fashion
Mansion it ain't ratchet
In the hills my whip be fastest
Speedin' past it
If you not the firstest then you be the lastest
Entertainer, yeah I rap shit
Be in school, yeah I'm finessin'
Rev it, yeah I keep it blastin'
Already movin', yeah i'm past it, what
I don't roll with fakes, only real ones
Keep your petty cash and those dirty little funds
Pay for myself, call me Gates, startup
If you ain't rich by 21 then you can't catch up
Grind no rest, never crashin'
Your clout rare, it be rationed
My clout large, it be stashin'
And I'm smashin' on these checks I be cashin'
Island time just like it's Staton
Hotbox cabin out in Aspen
Droppin' fake friends
It's a sick trend
I won't never ever bend
Let's do this shit, hit send!
I be moving up the charts
Always making crazy art
Everything be from my heart
Holding back's the hardest part
I don't roll with fakes, only real ones
Keep your petty cash and those dirty little funds
Pay for myself, call me Gates, startup
If you ain't rich by 21 then you can't catch up
DMV to Cali
I never be feelin' badly
I be scorchin' like Death Valley
Rap music right up my alley, yeah
I'm so fresh, ain't got no price
Got my diamonds, got my ice
I be rollin' up at night
With my name in flashin' lights, yeah
Can't price this
A-list
No, you can't buy hoodrich
I'm a really real (Real real)
I don't roll with fakes, only real ones
Keep your petty cash and those dirty little funds
Pay for myself, call me Gates, startup
If you ain't rich by 21 then you can't catch up
I don't roll with fakes, only real ones (Real ones, real ones)
Keep your petty cash and those dirty little funds (Little funds, little funds)
Pay for myself, call me Gates, startup (Startup, startup)
If you ain't rich by twenty-one then you can't catch up (Catch up, catch up)
Catch up, catch up, catch up, catch up, catch up

Written by:
Amanda West, Charlie Johnstone

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