HOOK Don’t touch what you can’t afford— This ass too high-end for a basic boy’s score. Look, but don’t grab unless you pay more, I’m a real Dior body with a rich girl core. Don’t touch what you can’t afford— Back it up slow, make ’em pray to the Lord. If your pockets ain’t strong, stay off my shore, This that premium pussy they beggin’ for. VERSE 1 Price tag heavy on a bitch like me, It cost too much just to stand near me. I’m luxury wrapped in a fantasy, One lil’ touch could bankrupt three. Got him droolin’ like he’s starvin’ bad, He want a lil’ taste of what I had. But baby, this treat ain’t free on the pad— Swipe that card or stay mad. HOOK Don’t touch what you can’t afford… (repeat) VERSE 2 I’m too exclusive to deal with cheap, High-class booty put a man to sleep. He wanna lift it, grip it deep, But his wallet said “Nah”—that shit weak. I’m a whole upgrade, limited edition, Baddest lil’ bitch in the club’s audition. If it ain’t money, I lose ambition— Touch me wrong? That’s a financial decision.
