Prada lyrics

[Intro]
Sayin'
Think about you (Ayy)
No I can't think about you (Ayy)
No I can't think about you (Ayy)

[Chorus]
I ain't trippin' on nada
Main b*tch wear prada
Do tricks like ta-da
b*tch this the high life
You don't want no problem
I don't want no drama
Fly to a island
The summer's coming

[Post-Chorus]
I've been waitin' on a bad b*tch
I'm leaving you sad b*tch
Left the bank, straight cash b*tch
'N told a hoe, "Get nasty"
Pullin' off in a 4MATIC
Got a whole clip long, let' em have it
Paramedics on the scene, it's tragic
Big backwood, I ain't even ash it
[Verse 1]
Damn it, it got on my clothes
I got full pockets full of them rolls
And I'm off the perc, how did you know?
And I'm not there babe, but I'm close
And I swear that he lamer than most
Hop in the phantom, and then I go ghost
I seen a opp, and you know that he froze
She say she love me, I know that she don't
Baby-girl why did you play with your nose? (Yeah)

[Bridge]
These n*ggas lame, they gettin' exposed (Swear that they lame, swear that they lame)
He say he have it, I know that he don't (Know that he don't, know that he don't)
I tried to put that lil' b*tch up on my time
Too many hoes, swear they call like a hotline
I smoke this green n*gga, sound like I'm Popeye

[Verse 2]
I was so down, I admit it ('Mit it)
Stackin' the pain on my pity (On my pity)
If she in my DM, she pretty (Ayy)
n*ggas talkin' like it's high school (Gucci)
Red dot on his head, I don't like you
Got them killers with me, I won't fight you
[Chorus]
I ain't trippin' on nada
Main b*tch wear prada
Do tricks like ta-da
b*tch this the high life
You don't want no problem
I don't want no drama
Fly to a island
The summer's coming

[Post-Chorus]
I've been waitin' on a bad b*tch
I'm leaving you sad b*tch
Left the bank, straight cash b*tch
'N told a hoe, "Get nasty"
Pullin' off in a 4MATIC
Got a whole clip long, let' em have it
Paramedics on the scene, it's tragic
Big backwood, I ain't even ash it

[Chorus]
I ain't trippin' on nada
Main b*tch wear prada
Do tricks like ta-da
b*tch this the high life
You don't want no problem
I don't want no drama
Fly to a island
The summer's coming
[Post-Chorus]
I've been waitin' on a bad b*tch
I'm leaving you sad b*tch
Left the bank, straight cash b*tch
'N told a hoe, "Get nasty"
Pullin' off in a 4MATIC
Got a whole clip long, let' em have it
Paramedics on the scene, it's tragic
Big backwood, I ain't even ash it (I ain't even ash it)

[Outro]
Aye
I ain't even ash it
I ain't even ash it
We left him tragic
Hello? Hello?
[?]
Uh-uh I did not call him for nothing, so y'all better answer me
This the teen spirit hotline?