Bitch, it's Prada on my collar, yeah I like that
Bitch, it's Prada on my collar
I just made a million dollars
Run up on me, takin' six shots from my revolver
I ain't even gotta bother
Tryna argue with you, motherfuckers, soundin like some toddlers
If you're speakin' on my name, you better say that shit with honor
That chopper on me, bitch it's gonna eat you like some cobbler
I ain't gotta talk proper for you to tell that I'm a scholar
Makin' so much money like it's Magic Harry Potter
Like it's Magic Harry Potter
Like it's Magic Harry Potter
Bitch, I'm makin' all this money like it
Bitch, I'm makin' all this money like it Like it, like it
Pull up on me in my homie, we poppin' your shit, aye
You can get popped like a zit, aye
Shut your fuckin' mouth if we catch you talkin shit, aye
You know we from the South, so run up, you get hit, aye
Don't do this shit for the clout, bitch Everything legit, aye
And that's real shit, aye
We gon' pop out of that corner like it's Rainbow Six, aye
I would never tell on my brothers, I never snitch, aye
You need to go check your girl, cause she wanted my dick, aye
Yeah, and that shit crazy, uh huh
And I ain't worried about you, hoes, cause I got lady
Uh huh, makin' that money like cookin' that crack up in the 80s
Pull that Glock on his homie, he screamin' out, he screamin' Mayday
Don't feel like myself here lately