Pradas in the sand

[Intro: YT]
Chyeah, chyeah, chyeah

[Chorus: YT]
Shawty said she like my swag, shawty said she like my jeans
I can't read your mind, girl, tell me what you need
I-I-I might pull up Margiela, I might pull up 'Preme
Send that girl a hunnid bands, send her to my team

[Verse: YT & salski2x]
I might send her for the team, I might claim her for the gang
Feel like Keef [?], I might go out with a bang
Cookie— cookies on this table, man, I'm sorry, you can't hang
Got an Aussie shawty with me, and she using all my slang
In the car, I hit the pack, took a minute [?]
Took a minute, just like [?]
Yes, I'm holding contraband
With a shawty, overseas, man, I think she from Japan-pan
Posted up Bangkok, think that shawty was a man
Told that girl to pop her pussy, now she pop it like a Xan
Uh-huh, she did it all on camera, your bitch is like a fan of us
Running to the racks, I been [?] stylin'
I'm like [?] in the Louis store, I only talk to managers
Shawty— shawty choosin', I might spend a couple grand
[?], I done made a couple hunnid grand
[?] 'cause I can— can— can
Yeah, I'm on my grind, you think a nigga wearin' Vans
I got shorties out in Bristol, I got shorties in Japan
I don't— I don't [?] Pradas in the sand
I don't like the beach [?] Pradas in the sand
I-I-I don't like the beach [?] Pradas in the sand
I said I don't like the beach, but I'm still Prada steppin', uh
T-t-two-tones, I can never do it just once, oh
[?], she keep callin' me a cunt
Uh, uh, I can't even blame her, I'm a fucking cunt
Yes, I'm turnin' up the function, I can feel it in my soul
Makin' money, makin' bands, for the feature, I'm with Kobe, uh
I'll sell my soul for a nosebleed
When I walk into the function, bet they know me
Oh, I can't even blame that girl when she showed me her tits
Uh, paid in full, man, I feel like Money Making Mitch
Huh, paid in full, man, I feel like Money Making Mitch
Money Making Mitch, Money Making Mitch, Money Making Mitch
Money made her itch
I was young makin' plays, call me Richie Rich
I was young makin' millions, call me Michael Jackson
Damn, she want a British boy, said she like my accent
Damn, she want a British boy, said she like my accent
Some my girls are Nubian, some are Anglo-Saxon
Some my girls are what? Huh, huh, I don't know, I like every kind (Kind)
I know— I know I'ma be a legend when the [?] died
Baddie came from Blanco's, so I'm speakin' tongue
She so bad I [?], but I'm feelin' shy
She don't even know [?], she just think I'm fly
We just pulled up [?] I'ma swag

[Chorus: YT]
Shawty said she like my swag, shawty said she like my jeans
I-I-I can't read your mind, girl, tell me what you need
I-I might pull up Margiela, I might pull up 'Preme— 'Preme
Send that girl a hunnid bands, send her to my team
I might— I might pull up Margiela, I might pull up 'Preme
I-I-I might pull up Margiela, I might pull up 'Preme
I can't read your mind, girl, tell me what you need
I can't— I can't read your mind, girl, tell me what you need— need— need