Prada Mask Lyrics by Money Man
[Hook]
N!ggas walking in my spot, leaving out with grocery bags
I buy my hoe botega bag
Rob a n!gga, the Prada mask
Come here baby yo fine ass
Come here baby yo sxy ass I can’t fall for none of these hoes N!gga, nice guys finish last Sit get greasy on my side
N!gga quit talking and come outside
Used to fight at golden glide
The trap spot on memorial drive
We put weed in cereal boxes
We put opps in wooden coffins
We put diamonds in our goggles
[Verse 1]
Ask my girl how much I shoot
Taught my kids to do it too
Go ask Roc how many sticks I bought, that n!gga seen the proof
All my cribs is modern
All my b!tches pretty as hell n!gga
All my cars is foreign, and them b!tches fast as hell n!gga
I turn street n!ggas to victims
Lay sit down n!gga im the victor Everyday I dodge the system Like young Oakland, n!gga pimping My young b!tches be flipping houses I fuk doctors and accountants
I know growers in the mountains
I’m too big to sell you ounces
I’m too big to sell you zips
Some of these n!ggas done lost they soul
They too eager to go to heaven
I just modified this cutter
Watch me work and (?)
Rich and plus my floors marble
I got packs in wooden parsels
So many p’s my play startled
Bae don’t talk too much I’m not
N!ggas ain’t eating they phone is dry
Used to take trains to coinstar
Now I got like eight cars
Damn lil bae you look scrumptious
Twelve hit the lights, we take off buzzing
N!gga I drink on
I don’t sip on tea and krumpets
All my exes still want me
All (?)
N!gga come play with my herd
He gon’ get his b!tch ass dropped
I know smackers in Pinola
I know smackers in Stone Mountain
My partner dropped them racks off yesterday, and I’m still counting
[Hook]
N!ggas walking in my spot, leaving out with grocery bags
I buy my hoe botega bag
Rob a n!gga, the Prada mask
Come here bae with yo fine ass
Come here bae with yo sxy ass I can’t fall for none of these hoes N!gga, nice guys finish last Sit get greasy on my side
N!gga quit talking and come outside
Used to fight at golden glide
The trap spot on memorial drive
We put weed in cereal boxes
We put opps in wooden coffins
We put diamonds in our goggles
