Pradaaslife - Mike Ross lyrics

Too bad that you can’t reach my phone
I have been free'd from y’all
I am neva gonna fall
Racks just pick 'em up, then stack 'em up
The tower never falling
I be ballin' on y'all
New Monclear for the fall

You be stalling and waiting
While I be evolving shopping addictions
Don’t care, I won’t stop it
Yeah, yeah, everyday the bottle pouring
Whoa, whoa
Spilled some racks I made a drawing


I ain’t been myself since they
Cared about my dough
You won’t understand brah
There’s too much for me too handle
Perfect timing on my wrist
Help me gеt my bands up
Move like an assassin
While I’m creeping in thе night oh yeah
I’m bossed up and that shit stay for life
Mike Ross in the trap, rock suit and tie
Scar on my neck, got revived
Too many choices in the store I can’t decide

Louis for the comfort
I got Gucci for the comfort
Nike check on my jumper
I lost track, too many numbers
You embarrassed, I let you suffer
You look corny in those runners
I keep making my money longer
Numbers on numbers, yeah make you all stutter

Uh uh, yeah zeros count it up, then add
It up and yeah, I’m a weirdo
But I feel amazing oh, whoa, yeah here I go
Always paper chasing and yeah
I don’t fear no poser in the making
No we ain’t together
But I feel that’s for the better
Heartless soul, all I want is the bread, yeah
Yeah, sorry I can’t help you 'cause
I don’t want no problems
It’s a new day that’s a
Reason to feel awesome
Yeah, I’m making it so perfect, oh my god
Purses on purses like what the fuck
I see y’all be lurking, so yeah wassup?
Talk to me nice, yeah or I’ll hang up


You be stalling and waiting
While I be evolving shopping addictions
Don’t care, I won’t stop it
Yeah, yeah, everyday the bottle pouring
Whoa, whoa
Spilled some racks I made a drawing

I ain’t been myself since they
Cared about my dough
You won’t understand brah
There’s too much for me too handle
Perfect timing on my wrist
Help me get my bands up
Move like an assassin
While I’m creeping in the night oh yeah
I’m bossed up and that shit stay for life
Mike Ross in the trap, rock suit and tie
Scar on my neck, got revived
Too many choices in the store I can’t decide
I ain’t been myself since they
Cared about my dough
You won’t understand brah
There’s too much for me too handle
Perfect timing on my wrist
Help me get my bands up
Move like an assassin
While I’m creeping in the night