She get her weed from Ghana
She want a ring from Prada
Said she wanna be a model
Why she turn everything into drama?
She get her weed from Ghana
She want everything from Prada
Said she wanna be a model
Why she turn everything into drama?


I put a rose in the air
I swear that she killing me
She tell me she think that she scared of love
Like really?
She got a gun in her hand
And she pointing it straight at me
But she better miss
If she shoot at me

This girl a bad one, bad one
She had a sad run, now she’s a sad one
She ain’t bringing. no umbrella she’s no RiRi
‘Cause she know it never rain under money tree


She get her weed from Ghana
She want a ring from Prada
Said she wanna be a model
Why she turn everything into drama?
She get her weed from Ghana
She want everything from Prada
Said she wanna be a model
Why she turn everything into drama?


Drama this, drama that, but I ain’t drumma boy, bitch
Look at that, runnin’ back, what she want, ain’t cuttin’ slack
No more, see, I done that before
Look what it got me
She call me up, ain’t want my love, she want some money

No money back guarantee, yuh
High fashion house ideals
When she shoplift, can’t see her
But when she drops it, ew

Yeah, she bring the lamb to the slaughter
Put it in the Louie bag
The brown and gold one I bought her
Bloodstained, can’t ship it back


She get her weed from Ghana
She want a ring from Prada
Said she wanna be a model
Why she turn everything into drama?

She get her weed from Ghana
She want everything from Prada
Said she wanna be a model
Why she turn everything into drama?