This is a song about "Cost"

Wanna see you work your body

Oh don't reply you already cost me

Alonzo, my condo cost three mil', this shit real

Is heaven just another door? i leave this here

I’m popping now, every other hour, paparazzi come

My shoes cost a fortune paintin these pictures like norman

My polo cost ends, and bitch i'm dolo, fuck friends, so all who dont know

But even when you leave, somehow it still try to follow

My slight fo's just talk dirty

"could of cost your life b"

The angels sing and i feel like thats my roll call

Of course this course comes at a cost, you of all

So don't cross 'cause it'll cost

No gimmick: real time, real heart

And she ain't gay, but the only thing she like is fucking chanel

They cost me 11 million so get on your knees and treat me well.