Prada Me Lyrics

I'm on my way home and I got pulled over

Troll he ask for the dope and the pot

Told him I don't know nothing bout that

I'm feeling blessed I just sold the sack

I feel like I found a 4 leaf clover

Now I'm riding around with a chauffeur

How I ain't fuck the bitch and she loco

I don't need a bitch or a nigga I'm solo

I got her on the pole like a gogo

Front that boy couple packs for the low low

Riding hot got the strap out the the window

Getting money I'm dripping it's simple

Remember when you used to pop all my pimples

Now I'm getting some money I took us for facials

Taking drugs life it fucks up my mental

I freestyle how I'm feeling no pencil

I'm off the drugs in the booth and I'm tripping

Yea I just pooped a perk and I'm smoking a wood and I'm sipping

I'm getting some money but I feel the pain this tryna find a way to fix it

I just flip 10 plates in a day get the pack and I just flip that shit like magician

Daily flipping the pack it's a mission

What u need lemme know I could ship it

Fuck that boy little wife scotty pimpin

She bout to buss on my dick feel the tension

Post my hand on her story no mention

She do it for attention

Think this bitch really got an obsession

Better watch out my son my reflection

It's like we from a different dimension

Y'all should be proud of me

Ohhhh

Y'all should be proud of me

You nigga owe me apology

Niggas done told me i won't be shit

And my teacher done told me I won't see shit

Neck and wrist now it's looking like pee pee

Getting money why you niggas sleeping

You niggas waiting for taxes

Boy you see me I'm working so hard

For this racks nigga I gotta passion

I'm in the sea with the whales and the sharks

But nigga I'm dripping in fashion

Designer my fabric

And I feel like I can't stop the trapping

Back and forth I'm always in traffic, trapping

Now that I'm feeling good baby girl like I should

I could change ya life I could

Show me why I should

But I can't trust a bitch

All you bitch is a witch

And these niggas they talking that boy he just snitch

I just know off that boy off my fucking wish list

My money in feets his money an inch

I'm shitting on niggas these niggas they sick

Nigga I got the ice the money the drip

GSB Dirty Money I follow the script

I just cut off the bitch now her brain got a glitch

Niggas they hoes and they switched up

Call me Rockstar the Bishop

Uhhhh uhhhh

I'm on my way home and I got pulled over

Troll he ask for the dope and the pot

Told him I don't know nothing bout that

I'm feeling blessed I just sold the sack

I feel like I found a 4 leaf clover

Now I'm riding around with a chauffeur

How I ain't fuck the bitch and she loco

I don't need a bitch or a nigga I'm solo

I got her on the pole like a gogo

Front that boy couple packs for the low low

Riding hot got the strap out the the window

Getting money I'm dripping it's simple

Remember when you used to pop all my pimples

Now I'm getting some money I took us for facials

Taking drugs life it fucks up my mental

I freestyle how I'm feeling no pencil