by Peace Umanah — September 14, 2026
How Much X Lyrics by Trippie Redd ft. Tory Lanez
Intro: Trippie Redd & Tory Lanez
Hold on, hold on
Woah
We got Trippie Redd in the building, y’all
Hell yes
We in this bitch, ayy
Chorus: Tory Lanez
Ten trap phones, yeah, I’m cooking, yeah (Yeah, I’m cooking, yeah)
Bad bitches sucking dick and jugging, yeah (Jugging, yeah)
Fucked a bitch fresh off the bell in booking, yeah (Off the booking, yeah)
Bitch, you with the shit I’m talking? Flick, uh (Yeah)
How much did it cost? (How much did it cost?)
Brand-new crosses (Crosses)
Switch fiend on the cop (Switch fiend on the cop)
Take a bitch to the couch (Couch)
Everything on, mm (Oh)
Got a high tolerance (Tolerance)
How much did it cost? (Yeah, hey)
How much did it cost? (Yeah, uh)
Verse 1: Tory Lanez
Cash monеy that I made off the metеr
I can’t let the pussy play, I’ma beat it
I can’t let these niggas play, got the heater
Spending dollars, I can’t stay outta Cheetahs
Buzzer beater, gotta play off the shot
Was cooking crack and stole it straight out the pot
Ain’t no actor got it straight out the plot
Glock is bodying bitches straight out the box
I been popping, got it straight out the Benz
I’m self-driving when I get in the [?]
Sexy bitches tryna stay with my friends
My car is shiny, see your face in my rim
Fifty birds, that’s a hell of quota
She wanna fuck but I’m not ready to stroke her
Shooter with me, leave your head in your coat
Sucking dick, that bitch is ready to choke
Can’t no lil’ industry nigga check me
I just went platinum, fifty-seven seconds
While I fuck hoes on the dashboard
All my luggage and bitch need a passport, Lil Tory
Bridge: Trippie Redd
Ten trap phones when I’m cooking, yeah (Brr)
Bad bitches sucking dick and juggin’, yeah (Bitch)
Fucked a bitch fresh off the yacht, I popped a pill (14)
Bitch, I’m with this shit, I’m top fifty (Yeah)
How much did it cost? How much did it cost? (Racks)
How much did it cost? How much did it cost? (Racks)
How much did it cost? How much did it cost?
How much did it cost? Yeah (a lil’ bag), how much it cost? Yeah (Lil’ bag)
Verse 2: Trippie Redd
I’m the one, baby, David Bowie if you wanna get it, we can take it there
She know I’m that nigga, I love the game, bae, I love to hustle, I can make it there
And I’m cool with my dogs, if you move a muscle, we hit you ’cause we heavy weighting here (Yeah)
Man, I fuck up her jaws, I tell her to suck it, she know that it ain’t no conversation here (Yeah)
Fuck her and I gotta leave her (Ooh)
On fire just like Vegeta (Woo)
Outside with my ice and my heater (Ooh)
Red mob ties, she said I’m conceited (Woo)
All rise no judge and we equal
Yeah, I just went diamond just like the Beatles (Yeah)
Yeah, I blow her mind like Evel Knievel
Yeah, I like your design, bae, I’m tryna beat it
I got big booty bitches in my vision, yea
Hop up out the foreign like a villain, yeah
Kicking me out of my zone, my mind on millions, yeah
I got her singing my songs when I’m all in her, yeah (Huh, call my bitch)
Pretty bad hoes at the hideout
I put the bitch on timeout
New Maybach coupe when I slide out, huh (Yeah)
I got
Chorus: Tory Lanez
Ten trap phones, yeah, I’m cooking, yeah (Yeah, I’m cooking, yeah)
Bad bitches sucking dick and jugging, yeah (Jugging, yeah)
Fucked a bitch fresh off the bell in booking, yeah (Off the booking, yeah)
Bitch, you with the shit I’m talking? Flick, uh (Yeah)
How much did it cost? (How much did it cost?)
Brand-new crosses (Crosses)
Switch fiend on the cop (Switch fiend on the cop)
Take a bitch to the couch (Couch)
Everything on, mm (Oh)
Got a high tolerance (Tolerance)
How much did it cost? (Yeah, hey)
How much did it cost? (Yeah, uh)
