You can't get nothing but a Prada bag from me
Hang the phone call up, ho, its over
I went Hellcat girl, i'm tryn' go Rover soon
I got too much cash to go trip 'bout an old girl
Tell me your birthday ho, I got a Prada bag for you
Oh you believing what she told, you wan't my phone now
Where your phone at
I told her, if you really feel me, get my name tatted
I wish that nobody could hear me, cause I hate that
I see you going out bad lately, it feels like payback
So when you down, know that I see it, but I won't say nun'
He said he shooting, but he online flexing toy guns
Ever since my mama told me i'm the one, been knew it
I don't even shoot, ion got no gun, I let my kin do it
I don't want you knowing how I feel, thats why I hate music
She said she don't want no rapper, she don't know I do it
This ain't even rap, girl, this my diary when i'm going through it
I went flew out San Fran, tryna' clear my mind
Same trap, fell for it, both times
Girl, pause, slow down, rewind
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