24kGoldn, Lil Tecca - Prada lyrics
24kGoldn [Golden Landis Von Jones] U.S.
Lil Tecca [Tyler-Justin Anthony Sharpe] Queens, New York. U.S. 🇺🇸
[24kGoldn, Lil Tecca - Prada lyrics]
(Perfect)
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"
Get a lot of guala, spent it all on
Prada (Woo) , 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"
Get a lot of guala, spent it all on
(yeah, yeah)
'Signer (yeah) , shorty said she really like designer (Designer)
Bought that bitch a body, I designed her
(yeah, yeah)
Ridin' Kawasaki, better slide up
(Skrrt, 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 wit' your bitch
Then you should know (You should know)
She fuck 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" get a lot of guala, spent it all on
Prada (Woo) , 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" get a lot of guala, spent it all on
Flashy clothes, you know a nigga gettin' hoes
And plenty dough
Won't let the game change me
Going gold, and then I had to go some more
These niggas hoes
But they don't really faze me (yeah)
'Cause I was eighteen, broke as a fiend
Did what I had to do (O oh)
Nineteen, stuck in a dream, actin' irrational
(O oh)
Twenty thousand on me, we call that casual
(O oh)
All before the age of twenty-one though
And still ain't chasin' hoes 'cause
They ain't give a fuck
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"
Get a lot of guala, spent it all on
Prada (Woo) , 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"
Get a lot of guala, spent 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"
Get a lot of guala, spent it all on
Prada (Woo) , 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"
Get a lot of guala, spent it all on
(yeah, yeah)
'Signer (yeah) , shorty said she really like designer (Designer)
Bought that bitch a body, I designed her
(yeah, yeah)
Ridin' Kawasaki, better slide up
(Skrrt, 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 wit' your bitch
Then you should know (You should know)
She fuck 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" get a lot of guala, spent it all on
Prada (Woo) , 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" get a lot of guala, spent it all on
Flashy clothes, you know a nigga gettin' hoes
And plenty dough
Won't let the game change me
Going gold, and then I had to go some more
These niggas hoes
But they don't really faze me (yeah)
'Cause I was eighteen, broke as a fiend
Did what I had to do (O oh)
Nineteen, stuck in a dream, actin' irrational
(O oh)
Twenty thousand on me, we call that casual
(O oh)
All before the age of twenty-one though
And still ain't chasin' hoes 'cause
They ain't give a fuck
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"
Get a lot of guala, spent it all on
Prada (Woo) , 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"
Get a lot of guala, spent it all on