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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 bitch to do a trick and she said, "Ta-da"
I get a lot of guala, spend it all on
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 bitch to do a trick and she said, "Ta-da"
I get a lot of guala, spend it all on (yeah, yeah)

Designer (yeah), shawty said she really like designer (designer)
Bought that bitch a body, I designed her (yeah, yeah)
Ridin' Kawasaki, better slide, oh (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 hoes (three hoes)
Ayy, if I'm with your bitch, she in Chanel (in Chanel)
She f*ck with us, now she ain't comin' home (home)
My new bitch see me everyday (my new bitch 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 bitch to do a trick and she said, "Ta-da"
I get a lot of guala, spend it all on
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 bitch to do a trick and she said, "Ta-da"
I get a lot of guala, spend it all on

Flashy clothes, you know a nigga gettin' hoes
And plenty dough, won't let the game change me
Go and go, then I had to go some more
These niggas hoes, but they don't really faze me
'Cause I was eighteen, broke as a fiend, did what I had to do
Nineteen, stuck in a dream, actin' irrational
Twenty thousand on me, we caught a casual
All before the age of twenty-one though
And still ain't chasin' hoes
'Cause they ain't give a f*ck way back 'fore I was up, oh no
And I ain't savin' hoes
'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 bitch to do a trick and she said, "Ta-da"
I get a lot of guala, spend it all on
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 bitch to do a trick and she said, "Ta-da"
I get a lot of guala, spend it all on
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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 bitch to do a trick and she said, "Ta-da"
I get a lot of guala, spend it all on
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 bitch to do a trick and she said, "Ta-da"
I get a lot of guala, spend it all on (yeah, yeah)

Designer (yeah), shawty said she really like designer (designer)
Bought that bitch a body, I designed her (yeah, yeah)
Ridin' Kawasaki, better slide, oh (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 hoes (three hoes)
Ayy, if I'm with your bitch, she in Chanel (in Chanel)
She f*ck with us, now she ain't comin' home (home)
My new bitch see me everyday (my new bitch 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 bitch to do a trick and she said, "Ta-da"
I get a lot of guala, spend it all on
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 bitch to do a trick and she said, "Ta-da"
I get a lot of guala, spend it all on

Flashy clothes, you know a nigga gettin' hoes
And plenty dough, won't let the game change me
Go and go, then I had to go some more
These niggas hoes, but they don't really faze me
'Cause I was eighteen, broke as a fiend, did what I had to do
Nineteen, stuck in a dream, actin' irrational
Twenty thousand on me, we caught a casual
All before the age of twenty-one though
And still ain't chasin' hoes
'Cause they ain't give a f*ck way back 'fore I was up, oh no
And I ain't savin' hoes
'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 bitch to do a trick and she said, "Ta-da"
I get a lot of guala, spend it all on
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 bitch to do a trick and she said, "Ta-da"
I get a lot of guala, spend it all on
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Writer: Cody Rounds, Danny Snodgrass, Elias Latrou, Golden Landis Von Jones, Niccolo Short, Tobias Fagerstrom, Tyler Sharp
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, JT Gaffney Music Publishing/Sony ATV, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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