Will Metty - Pain In Her Prada Lyrics

I might just pop it and roll
Bitches faker when they come to the shows
Every night that I been up, and I know
Money coming and it's hard to control, whoa, whoa
I'm a go up for my mama
Don't waste time with no drama
Put that pain in her Prada
Switch that change for that casa
Lately she off of the xans
Record labels come and offer the bands
She pulling up, coming off with the pants
Y'all gon' be hearing me needing that chance
Life has been tough, oh no
Don't let me know, whoa, whoa
And the game move slow, whoa, whoa
6 Rings that's cold, whoa, whoa
Turn up, she off of the Hennessy
White lines been close to her enemy
Penny Lane, but I call her Penelope
Text me and say she fuck with my melodies
Told her come back over baby
No, I ain't been sober baby
Tell me why I've been closer
Tell me why I've been over, baby
So we going to get it hotter than a toaster
Stop going round, round, round like I know you
I go for pounds, I KO you
Revenge from this town, no Kyoto
No one goes over I'm only
Here up at the top and it's lonely
And I go worldwide like I'm Sony
Legend in the making and I'm chosen
I might just pop it and roll
Bitches faker when they come to the shows
Every night that I been up, and I know
Money coming and its hard to control, whoa, whoa
I'm a go up for my mama
Don't waste time with no drama
Put that pain in her Prada
Switch that change for that casa
Lately she off of the xans
Record labels come and offer the bands
She pulling up, coming off with the pants
Y'all gon' be hearing me needing that chance
Life has been tough, oh no
Don't let me know, whoa, whoa
And the game move slow, whoa, whoa
6 Rings that's cold, whoa, whoa

I might just pop it and roll
Bitches faker when they come to the shows
Every night that I been up, and I know
Money coming and it's hard to control, whoa, whoa
I'm a go up for my mama
Don't waste time with no drama
Put that pain in her Prada
Switch that change for that casa
Lately she off of the xans
Record labels come and offer the bands
She pulling up, coming off with the pants
Y'all gon' be hearing me needing that chance
Life has been tough, oh no
Don't let me know, whoa, whoa
And the game move slow, whoa, whoa
6 Rings that's cold, whoa, whoa
Turn up, she off of the Hennessy
White lines been close to her enemy
Penny Lane, but I call her Penelope
Text me and say she fuck with my melodies
Told her come back over baby
No, I ain't been sober baby
Tell me why I've been closer
Tell me why I've been over, baby
So we going to get it hotter than a toaster
Stop going round, round, round like I know you
I go for pounds, I KO you
Revenge from this town, no Kyoto
No one goes over I'm only
Here up at the top and it's lonely
And I go worldwide like I'm Sony
Legend in the making and I'm chosen
I might just pop it and roll
Bitches faker when they come to the shows
Every night that I been up, and I know
Money coming and its hard to control, whoa, whoa
I'm a go up for my mama
Don't waste time with no drama
Put that pain in her Prada
Switch that change for that casa
Lately she off of the xans
Record labels come and offer the bands
She pulling up, coming off with the pants
Y'all gon' be hearing me needing that chance
Life has been tough, oh no
Don't let me know, whoa, whoa
And the game move slow, whoa, whoa
6 Rings that's cold, whoa, whoa