COST. Lyrics – Armani White
“COST.” is an English song performed by Armani White. The song lyrics indicate that Armani White is also the lyricist of the track. As there are no other relevant information about the composer, album or release date of the song provided, we cannot make assumptions about them. The combination of performer and lyricist as Armani White results in the creation of personal artistic image of the track, putting vocals and lyrics in the foreground. The title “COST.” seems to create strong and intriguing impression, pointing to such concepts as value, sacrifice, consequences, ambition, money or price paid to reach personal goals. The use of a period as the ending of the title makes it more concise and eye-catching. The concept of the song can be understood by interpreting the lyrics, which may suggest either financial or emotional cost of something. Since Armani White is responsible for the lyrics of the song, it represents personal perception and artistic vision of the performer. In general, “COST.” is a song representing Armani White as the artist from both sides – lyrics and vocals.
COST. Song Info
| Song Information | Details |
|---|---|
| Singer | Armani White |
| Composer | Armani White |
| Lyrics | Armani White |
| Album | — |
| Release | 1 Sep 2026 |
| Language | English |
COST. Song Lyrics
Hello, take a number, it’s the best of y’all kitchen (Ah)
Top food chain, if I left, I’m gone missing (Gone)
Potatohead the frame, but the leg and arm missing (Wow)
Get the brain, send her back, but the head is on different (Woah)
Hood hoes love me, but they mad I don’t visit
Or hit it, or spend it, I get it, got it (Ah)
Before I leave the bed, grab my chain and my wallet (Yeah)
And before you leave the jet, give your name to the pilot (I bust that ass)
Buzzer on the bed spots, muzzle for the red dot
Pull up where it’s live at now, fuck a nigga dead opps
Call her ’cause the head live, cost a couple hair ties
Tryna make Blu-Ray and then stuff it in the Redbox
Rule, uh, one, hit the press without looking
Rule number two, get the check and I boogie
Rule number three, get the sex and I’m goodie
And I can’t name a chick that ever left with my hoodies
I’m driving through the city with the tints on twenty
Tried to keep it cool, but I spent more money
The shirts and the shoes and the gym shorts luxury
That’s why I never let ’em take the gym shorts from me
It cost, it cost, it cost, it cost
It cost, it cost, it cost, it cost (A lot of money)
It cost, it cost, it cost, it cost
It cost, it cost, it cost, it cost (A lot of money)
All-black hoodie and a Rottweiler
Penthouse, forty-second floor, this shit a watch tower
Codename, Porsche 911, he’s a cop dialer
I don’t see a whip that’s not ours, check the record book
I’m AI to practice with AI attachments
She bend it, I went In, she came out Kardashian
Post up the captions, I’m over them asking
The reason I be moving sober, I trap it
Automatic color grading, hold up the glasses
Stretch limousine, but the trunk don’t fit
Outside with my sides like a side on a dish
Take the corn with the mash, they can touch, don’t mix
I clean out a show, then clean out the store
Like the Love Park sign, I got lean by the O
And fiends at the ring playing ring ’round the ro’
If she think that I’m mean, I could bring out the bros
Driving through the city with the tints on twenty
Tried to keep it cool, but I spent more money
The shirts and the shoes and the gym shorts luxury
That’s why I never let ’em take the gym shorts from me
It cost, it cost, it cost, it cost
It cost, it cost, it cost, it cost (A lot of money)
It cost, it cost, it cost, it cost
It cost, it cost, it cost, it cost (A lot of money)
