let it go Lyrics

Got her a Prada bag after I hit this ho

Got her, Got her a Prada bag after I hit this ho

Got her a Prada bag after I hit this ho

Got her, Got her a Prada bag after I hit this ho

You can't see my heater, had to tuck my Nina

Bad lil mamacita, I think she Latina

Windows tinted Bimmer, can't see us, John Cena

This ho she a eater

Had to to do this shit alone, had to give my all

I just had to send her home, then I never call

Sippin' good Toseina, but, I don't got no cough

I don't got no opps no more, I done smoked them all

Spread my money on the floor, watch this twentyball

We don't shop at the mall no more, Rodeo, bitch we ball

I had to stack my money up, had to make that bitch tall

No, this bitch is not my ho, she just giving top

Unless we talking money ho, I don't wanna talk

No u not my buddy bro, hop off of my cock

Laughing to the bank like ha

Ha ha ha ha ha

I'll just keep it a hunnid ho, on ten toes

I'll just keep it a hunnid ho, I might ghost

Money talk I'm fluent, I don't mean to boast

Try me and my toolie it might hit yo dome

Got her a Prada bag after I hit this ho

All my ho's tan, they like J Lo

I don't got too many friends, but I got some foe's

I'm not tryna make amends, I'ma let it go

You can't see my heater, had to tuck my Nina

Bad lil mamacita, I think she Latina

Windows tinted Bimmer, can't see us, John Cena

This ho she a eater