Prada
Lyrics
Yeah
If you get too close you might make me a father (Father)
Quit steppin' on my toes or I'm movin' back to La La (Back to La La)
Tell me what it is, don't tell me what it's not, not (What it's not, not)
Once I get this shit, girl, I'm only wearin' Prada (Prada)
If I ain't spendin' hundreds, that's a bad day (That's a bad day)
Countin' thousands up for breakfast, those my Special K's (Those my Special K's)
When my TV's big as Texas, this a matinee (This a matinee)
So I haven't left the house in more than seven days (More than seven days)
Only wearin' Prada, yeah (Yeah)
Countin' down the dollars, yeah
'Till I won't even bother, yeah
To do this on my own (This on my own)
Am I trippin' or they hear me now (Hah)
They cut me out for years and now
They say it like they feelin' proud
My old friends got to go (They got to go)
Yeah, only wearin' Prada 'cause I'm that man ('Cause I'm that man)
Fuck a Gucci belt, she still give me the lap dance (Me the lap dance)
Don't know who she's helped, but lord help me, what's happenin' (What's happenin')
I got money on my mind so bitch quit askin'
If you get too close you might make me a father (Father)
Quit steppin' on my toes or I'm movin' back to La La (Back to La La)
Tell me what it is, don't tell me what it's not, not (What it's not, not)
Once I get this shit, girl, I'm only wearin' Prada (Prada)
If you get too close you might make me a father (Father)
Quit steppin' on my toes or I'm movin' back to La La (Back to La La)
Tell me what it is, don't tell me what it's not, not (What it's not, not)
Once I get this shit, girl, I'm only wearin' Prada (Prada)
Yeah, only wearin' Prada 'cause I'm that man ('Cause I'm that man)
Fuck a Gucci belt, she still give me the lap dance (Me the lap dance)
Don't know who she's helped, but lord help me, what's happenin' (What's happenin')
I got money on my mind so bitch quit askin' (Watch your mouth)
Watch your mouth, ah, yeah
She headin' south (Headin' south)
She headin' south, God damn
She tune 'em out (Tune 'em out)
She tune 'em out, no hands
What life's about (Life's about)
What life's about, God damn
What life's about
If you get too close you might make me a father (Father)
Quit steppin' on my toes or I'm movin' back to La La (Back to La La)
Tell me what it is, don't tell me what it's not, not (What it's not, not)
Once I get this shit, girl, I'm only wearin' Prada (Prada)
If you get too close you might make me a father (Father)
Quit steppin' on my toes or I'm movin' back to La La (Back to La La)
Tell me what it is, don't tell me what it's not, not (What it's not, not)
Once I get this shit, girl, I'm only wearin' Prada (Prada)
If you get too close you might make me a father
Quit steppin' on my toes or I'm movin' back to La La
Tell me what it is, don't tell me what it's not, not
Once I get this shit, girl, I'm only wearin' Prada
Writer(s): Ryan O'Leary
Copyright(s): Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
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