Yung Op, Vxlious - Prada Lyrics

And she love that Prada bitch i am blowing up
Popping tags Balenciaga i don't give a fuck
Balling out like Vince carter
I bag you and your daughter
Go and tell your mama and tell her i am free
Bag it up bag my cheque up bitch i make a rack up
Goofy ass boy stop hatting get your cash up
I be making hits really makes them mad yeah
Now we balling out yeah
Now they want to tax us
I cant trust no bitches man the fake yeah
Get your shawty of me cos she all on my face yeah
She anit with the vibe so i kick her out my places yeah
I be making bags while my brothers beat the...
Bitch i got to attached
I anit fucking with them like that (gang gang)
Shawty text me first but i do not text her back yeah
You say you are ballin but i feal like that is cap yeah
And they sleeping on me like they where having a nap yeah
And she love that Prada bitch i am blowing up
Popping tags Balenciaga i don't give a fuck
Balling out like Vince carter
I bag you and your daughter
Go and tell your mama and tell her i am free
Bag it up bag my cheque up bitch i make a rack up
Goofy ass boy stop hatting get your cash up
I be making hits really makes them mad yeah
Now we balling out yeah
Now they want to tax us
I want the Gucci and Prada yeah you will be proud of me (yeah)
I cant be fucking with liers man get out of my seat
I dont want a lier in my circle can you get away and put money on your plate (oh oh)
Oh my god baby i don't want your number
I just really want to be the best to count 100
Can you go away (oh oh oh oh)
I need you to leave me alone
But wait oh no i dont want a wifey
I know that they are pricey
And now to keep them spicy
Wait oh oh oh i dont need no lover
There is one problem they are looking at each other

And she love that Prada bitch i am blowing up
Popping tags Balenciaga i don't give a fuck
Balling out like Vince carter
I bag you and your daughter
Go and tell your mama and tell her i am free
Bag it up bag my cheque up bitch i make a rack up
Goofy ass boy stop hatting get your cash up
I be making hits really makes them mad yeah
Now we balling out yeah
Now they want to tax us
I cant trust no bitches man the fake yeah
Get your shawty of me cos she all on my face yeah
She anit with the vibe so i kick her out my places yeah
I be making bags while my brothers beat the...
Bitch i got to attached
I anit fucking with them like that (gang gang)
Shawty text me first but i do not text her back yeah
You say you are ballin but i feal like that is cap yeah
And they sleeping on me like they where having a nap yeah
And she love that Prada bitch i am blowing up
Popping tags Balenciaga i don't give a fuck
Balling out like Vince carter
I bag you and your daughter
Go and tell your mama and tell her i am free
Bag it up bag my cheque up bitch i make a rack up
Goofy ass boy stop hatting get your cash up
I be making hits really makes them mad yeah
Now we balling out yeah
Now they want to tax us
I want the Gucci and Prada yeah you will be proud of me (yeah)
I cant be fucking with liers man get out of my seat
I dont want a lier in my circle can you get away and put money on your plate (oh oh)
Oh my god baby i don't want your number
I just really want to be the best to count 100
Can you go away (oh oh oh oh)
I need you to leave me alone
But wait oh no i dont want a wifey
I know that they are pricey
And now to keep them spicy
Wait oh oh oh i dont need no lover
There is one problem they are looking at each other