Prada

[Verse 1: Chad Da Don]
And the devil smellin' like Prada
Chain smoking that proper
What I say goes, gotta make dough
That's case closed, profit
Keep the faith, let's get commas
And the hoes you chase, they ain't honest
It's a body bag when I drop 'em
They hella mad, they don't blossom
Told 'em they don't want a battle
You know me, I lead by example
I am the king of the castle
Hit you from every angle
Yeah, you know I'm built for this
I wasn't built to miss
I gotta tilt the wrist, filthy grip
I gotta kill this shit, I'ma be filthy rich
These homies all talking cap now 'cause thеy really know I don't back down
Steady focused on thе cash now, when they know I get it in a flash now
Racked out, shooters with me in the cut and they got the MAC out
Stand down, man I don't really give a fuck 'cause I make you blackout
Let's fuck up a cheque, fuck up a cheque
Show some respect, I'm one of the best
Just made a quarter mil and that's two fifty
Watch me go and get two milli'
I ain't fuckin' with 'em, ain't cool with me
I don't think they know what they should do with me

[Chorus: Chad Da Don]
Tell 'em that my love for the money still the same
Tell 'em that my buzz still be up, it never change
Stuntin' 101, you know me I do my thing
This ain't never love, uh nah unless you gang

[Verse 2: Chad Da Don]
Pullin' up in a new whip
Now you see me like "Who this?"
Truth is I'm ruthless and on the beat I'm just too lit
Iced out, dawg pipe down
I'm nice now, you'll get wiped out
And right now, I'm flyin' out
Got a new watch so it's time-out, yeah
I just got the wrist watch, yeah-yeah
Gettin' litty let it tick-tock, yeah-yeah
Came a long way but we been hot, yeah-yeah
Still won't get it, I'm a big shot, yeah-yeah

[Verse 3: YoungstaCPT]
(Youngsta!!!)
Cape Town's in a bird box
'Cause the ones that they see, are the ones that they turn on
I make it spin like a Smirnoff
"Young, you're underrated"
No shit, Sherlock! But I don't shed no teardrops
The road still long, and I don't have a gearbox
So I'm making my first stop
Ten years later, I'm the broer you can learn from
I'm the Kapstaad's Tupac, pull stunts and you might get a poes klaap
Suge run to the haters if you last
You punks don't know how we grew up, woosah!
I think I better calm down, I lived in Hillbrow and Park Town
I felt like I was surrounded by dark clouds
I  never thought I could take it this far now, dark child
If it was 2009 I'd be [?] you [?], why you messing with me?
Better believe when I get your head locked in a chokehold, I'm never setting it free
I became what I'm destined to be
You enter competition with your ex on a beach
I'm the best, you agree?
[?] wears Prada, dressed to a T
Youngin'

[Chorus: Chad Da Don]
Tell 'em that my love for the money still the same
Tell 'em that my buzz still be up, it never change
Stuntin' 101, you know me I do my thing
This ain't never love, uh nah unless you gang