Hook
Got that Prada Bag. Sit that on my lap
Got that Prada Bag. Sit that on my lap
Making all that bag. Haters won't admit
Haters don't bad. They ain't making bread
Verse
Got my diamonds clean
Yeah, that shining bright
B***h you still hating
Best get out my sight
You ain't made for this
Critics don't know s**t
These punks might make a diss
That's the end of bliss
Shut yo weak a** up
Grab the Bible cuz
I ain't here to bluff
I ain't here to fuss
I just want the bread
I just want the cheese
I just want the green
Ice is what I need
This the Neon World
You don't know my world
Give me my respect
Don't you take a step
If you start to dissing
You might lose your rep
JK about that line
I'm not about those ways
I doing this for fun
We doing this for days
Oh wait, we never lit
Never made no hits
We always making hits
We always making hits
Yeah, i'm with these fans
My tracks might never miss
Hook
Got that Prada Bag. Sit that on my lap
Got that Prada Bag. Sit that on my lap
Making all that bag. Haters won't admit
Haters don't bad. They ain't making bread
Got that Prada Bag. Sit that on my lap
Got that Prada Bag. Sit that on my lap
Making all that bag. Haters won't admit
Haters don't bad. They ain't making bread