Prada

Woah, woah, woah, woah
(Yea blitt, yea blatt)
Yea woah, woah woah woah
Bow, bow, bow

I slide with that choppa
I want the yen yeah I want the dollars
Skinny petite y-y-yeah she a model
I want some Christian Diors and Pradas
She call me daddy, she call me papa
CSC yea I want them commas
I am the goat I am not a llama

Talkin’ that money then hit my line
Plain Jane on I can tell my time
And the good drank got me out of my mind
Sippin’ on red with a red eye
She like my dreads she say I’m fye
Kick her out the crib I tell her bye bye
And shoutout to Tibs you know that’s my guy

I been blowing up lately
My old friends lookin’ crazy
My ex wanna have my baby
Sippin’ tuss it got me lazy

And I’m a billionaire like Jay-Z
Back then they tried to play me
I love the ones who hate me
And now my exes claim me

Bow, bow, bow

I slide with that choppa
I want the yen yeah I want the dollars
Skinny petite y-y-yeah she a model
I want some Christian Diors and Pradas
She call me daddy, she call me papa
CSC yea I want them commas
I am the goat I am not a llama

Bow, bow, bow

I slide with that choppa
I want the yen yeah I want the dollars
Skinny petite y-y-yeah she a model
I want some Christian Diors and Pradas
She call me daddy, she call me papa
CSC yea I want them commas
I am the goat I am not a llama