Prada (feat. Lil Tecca)

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Prada, that's on my shoes, that's on my shirt, that's on my collar
I hit it once, ain't hit her back 'cause I'm a baller
I told that b- to do a trick and she said, "Ta-da"
I get a lot of guala, spent it all on
Prada (woo), that's on my shoes, that's on my shirt, that's on my collar
I hit it once, ain't hit her back 'cause I'm a baller
I told that b- to do a trick and she said, "Ta-da"
I get a lot of guala, spent it all on (yeah, yeah)

'Signer (yeah), shorty said she really like designer (designer)
Bought that b- a body, I designed her (yeah, yeah)
Ridin' Kawasaki, better slide up (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Bro just got his re-up, better cop up (cop up)
If I'm in the city, you should know (you should know)
I'm in that four-door, me and three h- (three h-)

Ayy, if I'm wit' your b-, then you should know (you should know)
She f- with us, now she ain't comin' home (home)
My new b- see me everyday (my new b- see me everyday)
Tinted windows on the whip, you can't see me anyway (yeah, oh-oh)
Make a lot of wishes, need a genie any day
And she ain't really want you, all she really want is

Prada, that's on my shoes, that's on my shirt, that's on my collar
I hit it once, ain't hit her back 'cause I'm a baller
I told that b- to do a trick and she said, "Ta-da"
I get a lot of guala, spent it all on
Prada (woo), that's on my shoes, that's on my shirt, that's on my collar
I hit it once, ain't hit her back 'cause I'm a baller
I told that b- to do a trick and she said, "Ta-da"
I get a lot of guala, spent it all on

Flashy clothes, you know a n- gettin' h-
And plenty dough, won't let the game change me
Going gold, and then I had to go some more
These n- h-, but they don't really faze me (yeah)
'Cause I was eighteen, broke as a fiend, did what I had to do (ooh)
Nineteen, stuck in a dream, actin' irrational (ooh)

Twenty thousand on me, we call that casual (ooh)
All before the age of twenty-one though
And still ain't chasin' h- 'cause they ain't give a f-
Way back 'fore I was up, oh no
And I ain't savin' h- 'cause they be tryna front
But I know what you want, she want some

Prada, that's on my shoes, that's on my shirt, that's on my collar
I hit it once, ain't hit her back 'cause I'm a baller
I told that b- to do a trick and she said, "Ta-da"
I get a lot of guala, spent it all on
Prada (woo), that's on my shoes, that's on my shirt, that's on my collar
I hit it once, ain't hit her back 'cause I'm a baller
I told that b- to do a trick and she said, "Ta-da"
I get a lot of guala, spent it all on



Credits
Writer(s): Danny Lee Snodgrass Jr., Tyler Justin Sharpe, Golden Landis Von Jones, Cody H. Rounds, Niccolo Justin Short, Tobias Fagerstroem
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