Prada Lyrics

She get her Prada from me

Then she gon' go back to him

She got two for her Gucci purse

She got one for her rent

It ain't none I can do for her, so I'm gonna pretend

She want a Benz so she can go stunt with her friends

She gon' tell me she love me

But I ain't paying her rent

It's going down

I got money so this bitch wanna know me now

Not smoking a gram lil' n***a we rolling loud

Touch mine and we rolling out

I popped a Xan' and I'm zoning out

Bitch what you doing, I can't feel my face what the f**k going on

Oh you just tryna get to my money

Seen the setup never been a dummy

I'ma just spray like I'm clumsy

Zip that bitch up like she wearing a onesie

Hoe I thought that you want me

Lie through your lips when you said that you love me

That alright cause I'm changing my role

Only giving my love to my pole

I want you bad, but I'm letting it go

You ain't love me you in love with my dough

I'ma get lit with the bros

They said I been winning, I already know

Gang pull up we do the most

And he like to dance so it's shots to his toes

I can't get lost on the road

Driving the whip, I got lots of control

Think I lost a few stones

I'ma tweak out if I find out who stole

Keep a heater cause it could get cold

This groupie keep wallin' the weed make her bold

I told him sum' and he told, know if we go down that lil' boy gonna fold

She get her Prada from me

Than she gon' go back to him

She got two for her Gucci purse

She got one for her rent

It ain't none I can do for her, so I'm gonna pretend