‏‏‎let it go lyrics

[Intro]
Got her a Prada bag after I hit this hoe
Got her- got her a Prada bag after I hit this hoe
Got her a Prada bag after I hit this hoe
Got her- got her a Prada bag after I hit this hoe (Hit this hoe)
Evil Empire gangsters, they’ll eat your lunch and wrinkle your-

[Chorus]
(b*tch)
You can't see my heater, had to tuck my Nina (Uh-huh)
Bad lil’ mamacita, I think she Latina (Whoa, uh-huh)
Windows tinted, Bimmer, can't see us, John Cena (Yeah-huh)
This hoe, she an eater

[Verse]
Had to to do this sh*t alone, had to give my all (Yeah-huh)
I just had to send her home, then I never call
Sippin’ good Toseina, but I don’t got no cough (Yeah-huh)
I don't got no opps no more, I done smoked them all
Spread my money on the floor, watch this twentyball
We don't shop at the mall no more, Rodeo, b*tch, we ball
I had to stack my money up, had to make that b*tch tall (Make that b*tch tall)
No, this b*tch is not my hoe, she just giving top (Giving top)
Unless we talking money, hoe, I don’t wanna talk (Don't wanna talk)
No, you not my buddy, bro, hop off of my c*ck (Off my c*ck)
Laughing to the bank like, ha
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha (Ha-ha)
[Bridge]
I'll just keep it a hunnid’, hoe, on ten toes
I'll just keep it a hunnid’, hoe, I might ghost
Money talk, I'm fluent, I don’t mean to boast
Try me, and my toolie, it might hit yo’ dome

[Pre-Chorus]
(Huh)
Got her a Prada bag after I hit this hoe (Hit this hoe)
All my hoes tens, they like J Lo (Yeah, yeah)
I don't got too many friends, but I got some foes (Yeah)
I'm not tryna make amends, I’mma let it go (Yeah, huh-huh)

[Chorus]
(b*tch)
You can't see my heater, had to tuck my Nina (Yeah, huh)
Bad lil’ mamacita, I think she Latina (Whoa, uh-huh)
Windows tinted, Bimmer, can't see us, John Cena (Uh-huh)
This hoe, she an eater