Prada (remix) (feat. Polo G)

(Space)

Okay, okay

Yeah, we still Rich Forever

Yeah

(The ADHD)

[Rich The Kid]

I been wakin' up to racks, bitch (bitch)

Quarter milli', need a rack lift

My lil' nigga let the MAC rip (chop, chop, chop)

Left a baby on her bottom lip (lip)

Most of these hoes get hit and get flipped

Most of these niggas ain't real, can't trip

Pardon me, bought a Prada fit

Gettin' money, like a lot of it, okay

Walk through in Egypt with three hundred (three hundred)

Pull out her bed then I sleep on it (I sleep on it)

Pull out my dick and she eat on it (eat on it)

She a lil' freak and she suckin', no teeth on it

I was dead broke, had to sleep on the couch

Pull out the Lamb' with the keys to the house

On the way to your bitch, had to reroute (reroute)

And the money keep comin' like fuck a drought (fuck it)

Baguettes, baguettes

Bitch see my neck and my wrist and she ready

Pop up on her late night like Freddy

I'ma cut the bitch off, machete

My lil' nigga let the MAC rip

Seen a opp, had the whole clip

Think he flexin', but this old drip

I'm tryna buy a brick with poker chips

Blow a bag at Saks, can't go to Barneys (yeah)

I got too many racks on me (woo)

I done said that my coupe is retarded (retarded)

Like damn, I can't even start it, valet can't park it (damn)

Gettin' more bags than a market (bags)

Put it on his head, a target

Nigga wan' run with the opps that he thought was the opps

We gon' mop him and chalk him

I been wakin' up to racks, bitch (racks, bitch)

Quarter milli', need a rack lift

My lil' nigga let the MAC rip

Left a baby on her bottom lip (lip)

Most of these hoes get hit and get flipped

Most of these niggas ain't real, can't trip

Pardon me, bought a Prada fit

Gettin' money, like a lot of it, okay

[Polo G & Rich The Kid]

Uh, spent the lil' bag on these Maison Margielas

Walk in the bank, I'm withdrawin' whatever

Need like a M, what I told to the teller

'Member was trappin' no matter the weather

Talkin' my shit 'cause I been doin' better

Glock with a stick, we ain't grippin' Berettas

Them murderers lit, we Too Turnt forever

Surgical shit, we'll get you together

I make a call, them killers en route

We been lampin', it ain't hard to figure you out

Tracy campin' outside of that lil' nigga house

Doin' damage, them hollows keep hittin' his scalp

1300 the gang, and I put us on the map

Come and see what my niggas about

We don't fuck with no lames

Bitches don't come to the telly to fuck, then we kickin' 'em out

But 'cause Polo my name, she do whatever I want

I just put my whole dick in her mouth

Let that. 40 go bang, we put his ass in the grave

And they wish they can go dig him out

My lil' nigga let the Drac' spit, say less, we don't ever say shit

Shoot it out, check out my J, bitch, ballin' on 'em

James Naismith (ball, ball, ball, ball, ball)

[Rich The Kid]

I been wakin' up to racks, bitch (racks, bitch)

Quarter milli', need a rack lift

My lil' nigga let the MAC rip

Left a baby on her bottom lip (lip)

Most of these hoes get hit and get flipped

Most of these niggas ain't real, can't trip

Pardon me, bought a Prada fit

Gettin' money, like a lot of it, okay

Okay, okay, okay