Pradaaslife - me n Malamar lyrics
[Pradaaslife - me n Malamar lyrics]
Aye, YMAR mayyzo!
Ticking, roley time is precious
You get older
Shit we closer now, 'bout to be the owners
Sippin’ po' it up, gang is never sober
Sorting out the trash, yeah goodbye
Clap you on the shoulder
Ticking, roley time is precious
You get older
Shit we closer now, 'bout to be the owners
Sippin’ po' it up, gang is never sober
Sorting out the trash, yeah goodbye
Clap you on the shoulder (yeah)
Oh oh, oh
Yeah, uh gang is never sober
Always on the roll, no I never fold
Pradaa 'bout his dough (yeah)
Get some more, never miss got flow
Scoring in a row (yeah)
I'm so cold, I don't
Care about your feelings, bitch get going
Now I'm gone, you can't catch up on the
Way to get some more (yeah)
Yeah let's go yeah let’s do it again
Yeah let’s do it again yeah let's go
Yeah I’m ahead, yeah one hundred percent
You ain't got a chance bitch I'm ballin'
Do it again, so they don’t forget (Forget)
I swear everybody look at me so crazy
'How do he get his bag man?'
They don't got my swag
Pour a bottle for my dead friends
Rest in peace hope you like this drank
Yeah I hope you like this drank (yeah)
Uh oh, come on now
Jump yeah, yeah go hard, yeah
Uh oh, power up me and Malamar, yeah
Drag off, going up never stop, no, no sir
Bag stuffed in the cut
I'm sorry, but it's over
Swear my gang we never sober (Oh)
No more problems, never, no sir
Dressed up with my tie and Vuitton loafers
Money in my pocket, green like clovers
(Clovers)
Swear I'm gonna get it now
In the black coupe
Looking like a villain now (Now)
Number nine, all black, I'm so hidden now
(yeah) got a special potion, Pradaa the
Magician woah, oh, oh, oh
Swear I put you in your
Coffin, time to go, go, go
Golden goose is what I'm rocking
On the floor, floor, floor
In my bag while they be
Watchin', yeah I show, show, show
What you missin'? Stuffed up wallets yeah
Woah
Bag mind, always be poppin' tags shawty
Uber be ridin' fast, time is precious
I'm 'bout my cash
And I'm not even tryna brag
I swear everybody look at me so crazy
'How do he get his bag man?'
They don't got my swag (Aye)
Pour a bottle for my dead friends
Rest in peace hope you like this drank
Yeah I hope you like this drank (yeah)
Uh oh, come on now
Jump yeah, yeah go hard, yeah
Uh oh, power up me and Malamar, yeah
Drag off, going up never stop, no, no sir
Bag stuffed in the cut
I'm sorry, but it's over (yeah)
Swear my gang we never sober
No more problems, never, no sir
Dressed up with my tie and Vuitton loafers
(Loafers)
Money in my pocket, green like clovers
Money in my pocket, green like clovers
Me and Malamar yeah
Money in my pocket, green like clovers
Uh oh, power up me and Malamar yeah
Drag off, going up never stop, no, no sir
Bag stuffed in the cut
I'm sorry, but it's over
Dressed up with my tie and Vuitton loafers
Money in my pocket, green like clovers
Money in my pocket green like clovers
Money in my pocket green like clovers
Ticking, roley time is precious
You get older
Shit we closer now, 'bout to be the owners
Sippin’ po' it up, gang is never sober
Sorting out the trash, yeah goodbye
Clap you on the shoulder
Ticking, roley time is precious
You get older
Shit we closer now, 'bout to be the owners
Sippin’ po' it up, gang is never sober
Sorting out the trash, yeah goodbye
Clap you on the shoulder (yeah)
Oh oh, oh
Yeah, uh gang is never sober
Always on the roll, no I never fold
Pradaa 'bout his dough (yeah)
Get some more, never miss got flow
Scoring in a row (yeah)
I'm so cold, I don't
Care about your feelings, bitch get going
Now I'm gone, you can't catch up on the
Way to get some more (yeah)
Yeah let's go yeah let’s do it again
Yeah let’s do it again yeah let's go
Yeah I’m ahead, yeah one hundred percent
You ain't got a chance bitch I'm ballin'
Do it again, so they don’t forget (Forget)
I swear everybody look at me so crazy
'How do he get his bag man?'
They don't got my swag
Pour a bottle for my dead friends
Rest in peace hope you like this drank
Yeah I hope you like this drank (yeah)
Uh oh, come on now
Jump yeah, yeah go hard, yeah
Uh oh, power up me and Malamar, yeah
Drag off, going up never stop, no, no sir
Bag stuffed in the cut
I'm sorry, but it's over
Swear my gang we never sober (Oh)
No more problems, never, no sir
Dressed up with my tie and Vuitton loafers
Money in my pocket, green like clovers
(Clovers)
Swear I'm gonna get it now
In the black coupe
Looking like a villain now (Now)
Number nine, all black, I'm so hidden now
(yeah) got a special potion, Pradaa the
Magician woah, oh, oh, oh
Swear I put you in your
Coffin, time to go, go, go
Golden goose is what I'm rocking
On the floor, floor, floor
In my bag while they be
Watchin', yeah I show, show, show
What you missin'? Stuffed up wallets yeah
Woah
Bag mind, always be poppin' tags shawty
Uber be ridin' fast, time is precious
I'm 'bout my cash
And I'm not even tryna brag
I swear everybody look at me so crazy
'How do he get his bag man?'
They don't got my swag (Aye)
Pour a bottle for my dead friends
Rest in peace hope you like this drank
Yeah I hope you like this drank (yeah)
Uh oh, come on now
Jump yeah, yeah go hard, yeah
Uh oh, power up me and Malamar, yeah
Drag off, going up never stop, no, no sir
Bag stuffed in the cut
I'm sorry, but it's over (yeah)
Swear my gang we never sober
No more problems, never, no sir
Dressed up with my tie and Vuitton loafers
(Loafers)
Money in my pocket, green like clovers
Money in my pocket, green like clovers
Me and Malamar yeah
Money in my pocket, green like clovers
Uh oh, power up me and Malamar yeah
Drag off, going up never stop, no, no sir
Bag stuffed in the cut
I'm sorry, but it's over
Dressed up with my tie and Vuitton loafers
Money in my pocket, green like clovers
Money in my pocket green like clovers
Money in my pocket green like clovers