Prada
She want the Gucci, the Louis, the Prada
After I hit imma give her a dollar
Gave me her number, she told me to call her
I hit from the back and she call me her father
She know my body, she know imma baller
Stackin dis money it keep getting taller
Can't show you love, I'm in love with the guala
He think that he gang, he think he my brudda
She want the Gucci, the Louis, the Prada
After I hit imma give her a dollar
Gave me her number, she told me to call her
I hit from the back and she call me her father
She know my body, she know imma baller
Stackin dis money it keep getting taller
Can't show you love, I'm in love with the guala
He think he my gang, he think he my brudda
Yea, yea
You know that we stackin the bread
Ay
I see a bad bih, come over and gimme some head
Yea, he talking that shit, then we fill em up wit a lead
Yea, I see that lil nigga, put that boy straight to the bed
Ay, I shoot that lil nigga cause he talkin to the feds
Yea, I shoot that lil nigga, you know that we leave him for dead
Uh, jackin everything K, yea you know what I said
Uh, got the choppa it spray, yea we aim at his head
If she suckin dick she a scholar
You look up to me I'm yo father
Fuckin yo auntie, yo mother
Green beam to ya head, to ya mata
Broke nigga begging for a dollar
You know that I'm rockin the Prada
In the bed, yea she callin me papa
If this nigga talk shit, you know imma pop em
She want the Gucci, the Louis, the Prada
After I hit, imma give her a dollar
Gave me her number, she told me to call her
I hit from the back and she call me her father
She know my body, she know imma baller
Stackin dis money, it keep getting taller
Can't show you love, I'm in love with the guala
He think that he gang, he think he my brudda
She want the Gucci, the Louis, the Prada
After I hit, imma give her a dollar
Gave me her number, she told me to call her
I hit from the back and she call me her father
She know my body, she know imma baller
Stackin dis money, it keep getting taller
Can't show you love, I'm in love with the guala
He think he my gang, he think he my brudda
After I hit imma give her a dollar
Gave me her number, she told me to call her
I hit from the back and she call me her father
She know my body, she know imma baller
Stackin dis money it keep getting taller
Can't show you love, I'm in love with the guala
He think that he gang, he think he my brudda
She want the Gucci, the Louis, the Prada
After I hit imma give her a dollar
Gave me her number, she told me to call her
I hit from the back and she call me her father
She know my body, she know imma baller
Stackin dis money it keep getting taller
Can't show you love, I'm in love with the guala
He think he my gang, he think he my brudda
Yea, yea
You know that we stackin the bread
Ay
I see a bad bih, come over and gimme some head
Yea, he talking that shit, then we fill em up wit a lead
Yea, I see that lil nigga, put that boy straight to the bed
Ay, I shoot that lil nigga cause he talkin to the feds
Yea, I shoot that lil nigga, you know that we leave him for dead
Uh, jackin everything K, yea you know what I said
Uh, got the choppa it spray, yea we aim at his head
If she suckin dick she a scholar
You look up to me I'm yo father
Fuckin yo auntie, yo mother
Green beam to ya head, to ya mata
Broke nigga begging for a dollar
You know that I'm rockin the Prada
In the bed, yea she callin me papa
If this nigga talk shit, you know imma pop em
She want the Gucci, the Louis, the Prada
After I hit, imma give her a dollar
Gave me her number, she told me to call her
I hit from the back and she call me her father
She know my body, she know imma baller
Stackin dis money, it keep getting taller
Can't show you love, I'm in love with the guala
He think that he gang, he think he my brudda
She want the Gucci, the Louis, the Prada
After I hit, imma give her a dollar
Gave me her number, she told me to call her
I hit from the back and she call me her father
She know my body, she know imma baller
Stackin dis money, it keep getting taller
Can't show you love, I'm in love with the guala
He think he my gang, he think he my brudda
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Writer(s): Jonathan Monteiro
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