Prada lyrics

(First Verse)
(BandBoy Breeze)

She want Prada, so I got her inside these red bottoms, my man’s thought he beat the case but now the feds got him, He said don’t worry just stay clean, I know he won’t mention me, just hold ya head and I’ll make bond by the end of the week, so I got to stay clear up off the radar, assisted by the game like a n*gga with State Farm, that back and forth to the door, back and forth off the stove, I gotta cut off some n*ggas just to get what I’m owed, soon as They call with that deposit then I’m back on the road, I know a lot of n*ggas watching waiting for mе to fold, they ain’t a lot of n*ggas like me, that ain’t acting likе hoes, I was raised by nothing but them soldiers Coming up out the O, don’t put ya trust into the game these vulchers out for ya soul, you know money change everything n*ggas true colors gone show, don’t wear ya heart up on ya sleeve everything ain’t for show, we made sacrifices been fighting tryna get down this road, and I be damn I let a n*gga take what I been waiting for, me and my n*ggas kill for riches so we paid and full, this for the blood-sweat-stress and pain endured, I lost count of the bodies that we dropped to the morgue, I wish I knew that I was going against the code, I would’ve never told her anything I know, man I wish I would’ve knew my b*tch had double standards & I wish I would’ve knew she was so understanding

(Second Verse)
(Trell)

I bought a rolley for the wrist watch, put the diamonds in the bezel watch it tick-tock, a hunnid b*tches in the club, I end up bagging you, I wear my heart up on my sleeve so I ain’t mad at you, yea, so tell me lies, my heart been cold I mix this codeine with my pride, she took my love and left the roses in the sky, could’ve been the one, the only one that match my vibe—the only one to pick me up the only one to hold me down, yea, I wish I never put that b*tch inside them red bottoms, my uncle thought he beat the case and now the feds got him, she ain’t got sh*t to lose she f*cking with my head prolly, I told my dog to pour a cup and let’s get faded, the heart of a lion we see that pressure we embrace it, but she just want Prada to show these b*tches she ain’t basic, all for designer she take ya heart and then she break it, (god damn)

(Bridge) these diamonds they dancing they dancing they dancing on me, the Hublow, the AP, the Pauget, got my neck on freeze

(Outro) gotta tell me what you waiting for, yea, gotta tell me what we waiting for