Prada Bae (feat. Nafe Smallz)

(Quincy Tellem)

(Yo)

Real G's move in silence like it's bolognese

My life ain't been the same, I'm in my Gucci bag (Yeah)

Baddie with me come from outta way

Fuck in the GLA, she made her booty clap

Sippin' regular Dom Peri' ay, shawty, you'd be amazed

Girl, you my Prada bae

Throw me lemons I'll make lemonade

The plug and I liaise, I'm finna fly away

I just keep it sho, she see everything froze

We lit, they know, my clique, my woes

Step too clean, spend a whip on these robes

Still smoking these O's, I ain't cuffing no hoes

Don't get caught slipping when you're on the main road

Devil still lurking, you know how the game goes

I don't trust a soul, nah, there's not a soul

Louis stepper, new season, it's old, you know

She gon get me lit ay ay

She just spent an hour on this dick ay ay

Posing for a pic ay ay

We be making porn in the crib ay ay

They just buying Louis call it drip ay

They don't even know they look shit yeah

Someone tell them buy a new fit yeah

Still jewellery shopping, all my jewelry is lit yeah

Money talks and it never talks shit, let's go

Big face all on my wrist

Coochie wet, I slip in

GLE tint

Came with meddling kids

Sweets filling in sticks

I Fendi my bitch

I was down on my jibs

Now I'm stepping like this (Like this, like this)

I was the nigga that they was counting out

Now I court a licky, they wanna sign me out

Yo, take the milli' where the house

I'm up in Bentley like the 'Tayga I might drive it out

Big flicky, I brought the diamonds out

Vogue model, she wanna ride me out

Ain't speaking on what I'm finding out

Yo, dig up the whistle they wanna iron it out (Yeah)

I make her tip toe

40 on my neck, that's big show

Need more money on my head, that's an insult

Grew up as a sinner now we rich though

Real G's move in silence like it's bolognese

My life ain't been the same, I'm in my Gucci bag (Yeah)

Baddie with me come from outta way

Fuck in the GLA, she made her booty clap

Sippin' regular Dom Peri' ay, shawty, you'd be amazed

Girl, you my Prada bae

Throw me lemons I'll make lemonade

The plug and I liaise, I'm finna fly away

I just keep it sho, she see everything froze

We lit, they know, my clique, my woes

Step too clean, spend a whip on these robes

Still smoking these O's, I ain't cuffing no hoes

Don't get caught slipping when you're on the main road

Devil still lurking, you know how the game goes

I don't trust a soul, nah, there's not a soul

Louis stepper, new season, it's old, you know

New Chanaynay, size 41

I got the funds, the means, the greens to feed my habits

You can't come against what's already done

I'm in the slums, should see the scenes, the fiends, the addicts (Addicts)

Get my Roley out the green box

I got a gallon of water, wrist watch like a freezer

Buy the shop, can't make my G's watch

We going London to LAX, LAX and then Ibiza

Big rocks looking hefty

In the polo club I'm on a jetski

Phone call from the west wing

Screaming: Free the guys! Until the guys free

And my Bonnie cold like a eski

We got matching Roleys and they Prezzie

Put my girl in fashion that's expensive

Still I pull up on you in the trenches

Real G's move in silence like it's bolognese

My life ain't been the same, I'm in my Gucci bag (Yeah)

Baddie with me come from outta way

Fuck in the GLA, she made her booty clap

Sippin' regular Dom Peri' ay, shawty, you'd be amazed

Girl, you my Prada bae

Throw me lemons I'll make lemonade

The plug and I liaise, I'm finna fly away

I just keep it sho, she see everything froze

We lit, they know, my clique, my woes

Step too clean, spend a whip on these robes

Still smoking these O's, I ain't cuffing no hoes

Don't get caught slipping when you're on the main road

Devil still lurking, you know how the game goes

I don't trust a soul, nah, there's not a soul

Louis stepper, new season, it's old, you know