笨小笨Prada(feat. Polo G) (Remix)歌词由Rich The Kid&Polo G演唱，出自专辑《Prada (feat. Polo G) (Remix)》，下面是《Prada(feat. Polo G) (Remix)》完整版歌词！
Prada(feat. Polo G) (Remix)歌词完整版
作曲 : Dimitri Leslie Roger/Samir Akhter/Andrew Eugene Vorobev/Polo G
Rich
Okay, okay
Yeah, we still Rich Forever
Yeah
(The ADHD)
I been wakin' up to racks, ***** (*****)
Quarter milli', need a rack lift
My lil' nigga let the MAC rip
Left a baby on her bottom lip (Lip)
Most of these hoes get hit and get flipped
Most of these niggas ain't real, can't trip
Pardon me, bought a Prada fit
Gettin' money, like a lot of it, okay
Walk through in Egypt for three-hundred (Three-hundred)
Pull out a bed then I sleep on it (I sleep on it)
Pulled out my **** and she eat on it (Eat on it)
She a lil' freak and she suckin', no teeth on it
I was dead broke, had to sleep on the couch
Pull out the Lamb' with the keys to the house
On the way to your *****, had to re-route (Re-route)
And the money keep comin' like, "**** a drought" (**** it)
Baguettes, baguettes
***** see my neck and my wrist, is she ready
Pop up on her, late night like Freddy
I'ma cut the ***** off, machete
My lil' nigga let the MAC rip
Seen a opp, hit the whole clip
Think he flexin', but this old drip
I'm tryna buy a brick with poker chips
Blow a bag at Saks, can't go to Barney's
I got too many racks on me (Woo)
I done said that my coupe is retarded
Like damn, I can't even start it, valet can't park it (Damn)
Gettin' more bag than a market (Bag)
Put on his head, a target
Nigga wan' run with the opps that he thought was the opps
We gon' mop him and chalk him
I been wakin' up to racks, ***** (*****)
Quarter milli', need a rack lift
My lil' nigga let the MAC rip
Left a baby on her bottom lip (Lip)
Most of these hoes get hit and get flipped
Most of these niggas ain't real, can't trip
Pardon me, bought a Prada fit
Gettin' money, like a lot of it, okay
Uh, spent the lil' bag on these Maison Margielas, walk in the bank, I'm withdrawin' whatever
"Need like a M," what I told to the teller, 'member was trappin' no matter the weather
Talkin' my **** 'cause I been doin' better, Glock with a stick, we ain't grippin' Berettas
Them murderers lit, we Too Turnt forever, surgical shit, we'll get you together (Uh)
I make a call, them killers en route, we been lampin', it ain't hard to figure you out
Tracy cappin' outside of that lil' nigga house, doin' damage, them hollows keep hittin' his scalp
1300 the gang, and I put us on the map, come and see what my niggas about
We don't **** with no lames, ******* don't come to the telly to ****, then we kickin' 'em out
But 'cause Polo my name, she do whatever I want, I just put my whole **** in her mouth
Let that .40 go bang, we put his ass in the grave and they wish they can go dig him out
My lil' nigga let the Drac' spit, say less, we don't ever say shit
Shoot it out, check out my J, *****, ballin' on 'em, James Naismith
I been wakin' up to racks, ***** (*****)
Quarter milli', need a rack lift
My lil' nigga let the MAC rip
Left a baby on her bottom lip (Lip)
Most of these hoes get hit and get flipped
Most of these niggas ain't real, can't trip
Pardon me, bought a Prada fit
Gettin' money, like a lot of it, okay
