PradaGiftBaag

[Chorus]
Prada gift bags
Mansion with the gate closed
We were down bad
Now I got my plate full
It’s too much money now
I cannot rock the same clothes
Told him, "Don’t run up"
Fye gon’ send him to the angels
Foreign bitch and foreign jacket
Feds gon’ hit the spot
They won’t find funds, you know I stashed it
I’m tryna spark this blunt
Bro, what the fuck do you mean, "pass it"
Letting myself go
I’m tryna hold on, I can’t grasp it
Rubber bands breaking
Poppin’ champagne in the club
Got the ground shaking
You not clutching on no guns
Bro, you steady faking
We know you not gettin’ bread
Boy, yo' pockets makeshift
That’s disgracious

[Verse]
My heart’s beating out my chest
Turns out that I knew that bitch was like the rest
I got weight on my shoulders
Bro, I’m livin’ in distress
Only ten minutes in
Now she’s taking off her dress
Sayin’ you got swag
You rock one-thirty backpacks
Sayin’ you got hoes
Bro, you got bitches on Snapchat
Fake ID, twenty-one
Bro, I’m not talking Blackjack
Bitch, we glowed up
Used to be the kid they laughed at

[Chorus]
Prada gift bags
Mansion with the gate closed
We were down bad
Now I got my plate full
It’s too much money now
I cannot rock the same clothes
Told him, "Don’t run up"
Fye gon’ send him to the angels
Foreign bitch and foreign jacket
Feds gon’ hit the spot
They won’t find funds, you know I stashed it
I’m tryna spark this blunt
Bro, what the fuck do you mean, "pass it"
Letting myself go
I’m tryna hold on, I can’t grasp it
Rubber bands breaking
Poppin’ champagne in the club
Got the ground shaking
You not clutching on no guns
Bro, you steady faking
We know you not gettin’ bread
Boy, yo' pockets makeshift
That’s disgracious