prada (Remix)

Woah, woah, woah, woah Woah, woah, woah, woah (Yeah, blitt, yeah, blatt) Yeah, woah, woah-woah-woah (Ayy, JK, hol' on) Bop, bop, bop, I slide with that chopper I want the Yen, yeah, I want the dollars Skinny, petite, y-y-yeah, she a model I want some Christian Diors and some Pradas She call me daddy, she call me papa CSC, yeah, I want them commas I am the GOAT, I am not a llama Talkin' that money, then hit my line Plain Jane on, I can tell my time And the good drank got me out of my mind Sippin' on red with a red eye She like my dreads, she say I'm fire Kick her out the crib, I tell her, "Bye, bye" And shout-out to Tibs, you know that's my guy I been blowin' up lately My old friends lookin' crazy My ex wanna have my baby Sippin' Tuss, it got me lazy And I'm a billionaire like Jay-Z Back then, they tried to play me I love the ones who hate me And now my exes claim me 'Tana gon' slide with that chopper (Yeah) Shawty on me and she too bad (Yeah) Baby, I don't know you, better move back (Yeah) And said you was the one, that was too sad (Yeah) He tried to run up on me then he ran back (Yeah) Chopper say, "Bop, bop," gave him a damn tan (Yeah) I get the rackies, I feel like the band man (Yeah) She see the guap and she doin' a handstand Bitch, I be solvin' my problems, yeah (Oh, yeah) I just be makin' my dollars (Oh, yeah) It's the Angels, what they call us (Oh, yeah) I get a check and I'm hittin' the mall up (Yeah) Really, I do not give one fuck I had to go and just boss up You tried to cross me, you crossed up You made a mistake and lost out (Ayy, JK, hol' on) Bop, bop, bop, I slide with that chopper I want the Yen, yeah, I want the dollars Skinny, petite, y-y-yeah, she a model I want some Christian Diors and some Pradas She call me daddy, she call me papa CSC, yeah, I want them commas I am the GOAT, I am not a llama Talkin' that money, then hit my line Plain Jane on, I can tell my time And the good drank got me out of my mind Sippin' on red with a red eye She like my dreads, she say I'm fire Kick her out the crib, I tell her, "Bye, bye" And shout-out to Tibs, you know that's my guy I been—