Lyrics
Prada myself I got my bands up
Prada my bitch I fuck these racks up
Pockets always full can't keep these pants up
Prada myself I got my bands up
Prada my bitch I fuck these racks up
Pockets always full can't keep these pants
She just flew to LA from Atlanta
I just spilled a four up in the Fanta
On the 101 in the lamb truck
Sticks all extended don't you act up
Bitch don't get offended when you canceled
Bad bitch shed tears up in the phantom
I don't fuck no bitch if she random
I don't fuck no bitches if she random
I don't fuck no bitches if she
Yea
Spend a brick or more all the time
Wrist always flooded all the time
Moving in silence all the time
Bad bitch so fine
Fell in love with my 9
Yea she know I'm doing fine
Is she doing fine?
(GOLDMVN IS THE PHANTOM ON)
It's been on my mind
Tell the opps we'll slide
I don't care the place
Yea I don't care the time
They is not the gang
They want me to die
If I die tonight
I'm immortalized
Went and got more ice
Look em in the eyes
I know they all lies
They gon follow suit yea
They ain't got the ties
They ain't got the cream
Baby they ain't got the pies
My girl she a prize
I still order sides
Slide they dip like fries
Better say goodbyes
Hundred on the ride
She wont be my bride
40 Pointers that's the size
Man we do this shit for life
Writer(s): Arman Changulyan
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