Gotta go get it
Mami a hustler
You know that I'm with it
Hit up the strip
And you know that she spend it
I told her she got it
She knew that I meant it
She know that I dig it
Shit is so simple
Get to the bag
That's what she be into
Her ex is dub
So I know what she been thru
I know them vibes f*ck w ya mental
Yeah yeah
Baby a OG
Doing her thing since 03
Face looking like an angel
Hips looking like she healthy
Idk what's ya game plan
But baby girl you could tell me
I promise to keep it a secret
That's if you want me to keep it
Tell me what is on ya mind girl
Cuz I do this shit all the time girl
You say that you doing fine
But I know what you tryna hide girl
You say you wanna be mine
Just know you don't gotta lie girl
Seeing them dollar signs
I know you ain't tryna ride girl
Facts
U tryna make it
Busting it open you naked
Dulce de leche my favorite
Smoking Hookah we faded
Yeah
You get paranoid off the Hennessy
I'm a lover I can't be ya enemy
I just pray when you in ya bag
That you gon remember facts
She just focused on that Prada bag
Girl I get it you don't gotta ask
You know that I'm bout my paper girl
I run it up I don't gotta brag
Gucci Louie yeah designer bags
So exclusive it don't got a tag
So rich they think it's stolen
Look at ya wrist it's swollen
She just focused on that Prada bag
Girl I get it you don't gotta ask
You know that I'm bout my paper girl
I run it up I don't gotta brag
Gucci Louie yeah designer bags
So exclusive it don't got a tag
So rich they think it's stolen
Look at ya wrist it's swollen
Look at ya wrist girl is swollen
All that ice
Girl I'm thinking you frozen
Neck of water like the shit came from Poland
I'm tryna see how you look in the morning UH
From the way that you posing UH
I could tell what you want and UH
Tryna go back to the crib
You tryna see what it is
So I took her to the casa
Cuz she was calling me papa
She the queso to my salsa
But she get wetter than some agua
Was on a mission so I had to get it
Nothin worse than when you a critic
I don't show no signs
Won't be talking cryptic
I just pray to god
He done made me gifted
Yeah
Gucci Louie shorty like designer
Shorty bad looking like Rihanna
Couldn't tell u where to even find her
On a plane Italy and China
Baby girl don't gotta remind you
Chain bright it'll probably blind you
Shows out when she know that it's time to
Making the same money that I do
Yeah
Shorty don't need a man
She tryna be the man
She got her own... thinking she know what it is until she see the man
First class... never Peter Pan
She don't need me but she been a fan
When I see her ain't no words needed she know what I'm saying yeahhh
She just focused on that Prada bag
Girl i get it you don't gotta ask
You know that I'm bout my paper girl
I run it up I don't gotta brag
Gucci louie yeah designer bags
So exclusive it don't got a tag
So rich they think it's stolen
Look at ya wrist it's swollen
She just focused on that Prada bag
Girl i get it you don't gotta ask
You know that I'm bout my paper girl
I run it up I don't gotta brag
Gucci louie yeah designer bags
So exclusive it don't got a tag
So rich they think it's stolen
Look at ya wrist it's swollen
Epic Da Rapper - Prada Bag Lyrics
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English
Gotta go get it
Mami a hustler
You know that I'm with it
Hit up the strip
And you know that she spend it
I told her she got it
She knew that I meant it
She know that I dig it
Shit is so simple
Get to the bag
That's what she be into
Her ex is dub
So I know what she been thru
I know them vibes f*ck w ya mental
Yeah yeah
Baby a OG
Doing her thing since 03
Face looking like an angel
Hips looking like she healthy
Idk what's ya game plan
But baby girl you could tell me
I promise to keep it a secret
That's if you want me to keep it
Tell me what is on ya mind girl
Cuz I do this shit all the time girl
You say that you doing fine
But I know what you tryna hide girl
You say you wanna be mine
Just know you don't gotta lie girl
Seeing them dollar signs
I know you ain't tryna ride girl
Facts
U tryna make it
Busting it open you naked
Dulce de leche my favorite
Smoking Hookah we faded
Yeah
You get paranoid off the Hennessy
I'm a lover I can't be ya enemy
I just pray when you in ya bag
That you gon remember facts
She just focused on that Prada bag
Girl I get it you don't gotta ask
You know that I'm bout my paper girl
I run it up I don't gotta brag
Gucci Louie yeah designer bags
So exclusive it don't got a tag
So rich they think it's stolen
Look at ya wrist it's swollen
She just focused on that Prada bag
Girl I get it you don't gotta ask
You know that I'm bout my paper girl
I run it up I don't gotta brag
Gucci Louie yeah designer bags
So exclusive it don't got a tag
So rich they think it's stolen
Look at ya wrist it's swollen
Look at ya wrist girl is swollen
All that ice
Girl I'm thinking you frozen
Neck of water like the shit came from Poland
I'm tryna see how you look in the morning UH
From the way that you posing UH
I could tell what you want and UH
Tryna go back to the crib
You tryna see what it is
So I took her to the casa
Cuz she was calling me papa
She the queso to my salsa
But she get wetter than some agua
Was on a mission so I had to get it
Nothin worse than when you a critic
I don't show no signs
Won't be talking cryptic
I just pray to god
He done made me gifted
Yeah
Gucci Louie shorty like designer
Shorty bad looking like Rihanna
Couldn't tell u where to even find her
On a plane Italy and China
Baby girl don't gotta remind you
Chain bright it'll probably blind you
Shows out when she know that it's time to
Making the same money that I do
Yeah
Shorty don't need a man
She tryna be the man
She got her own... thinking she know what it is until she see the man
First class... never Peter Pan
She don't need me but she been a fan
When I see her ain't no words needed she know what I'm saying yeahhh
She just focused on that Prada bag
Girl i get it you don't gotta ask
You know that I'm bout my paper girl
I run it up I don't gotta brag
Gucci louie yeah designer bags
So exclusive it don't got a tag
So rich they think it's stolen
Look at ya wrist it's swollen
She just focused on that Prada bag
Girl i get it you don't gotta ask
You know that I'm bout my paper girl
I run it up I don't gotta brag
Gucci louie yeah designer bags
So exclusive it don't got a tag
So rich they think it's stolen
Look at ya wrist it's swollen
Mami a hustler
You know that I'm with it
Hit up the strip
And you know that she spend it
I told her she got it
She knew that I meant it
She know that I dig it
Shit is so simple
Get to the bag
That's what she be into
Her ex is dub
So I know what she been thru
I know them vibes f*ck w ya mental
Yeah yeah
Baby a OG
Doing her thing since 03
Face looking like an angel
Hips looking like she healthy
Idk what's ya game plan
But baby girl you could tell me
I promise to keep it a secret
That's if you want me to keep it
Tell me what is on ya mind girl
Cuz I do this shit all the time girl
You say that you doing fine
But I know what you tryna hide girl
You say you wanna be mine
Just know you don't gotta lie girl
Seeing them dollar signs
I know you ain't tryna ride girl
Facts
U tryna make it
Busting it open you naked
Dulce de leche my favorite
Smoking Hookah we faded
Yeah
You get paranoid off the Hennessy
I'm a lover I can't be ya enemy
I just pray when you in ya bag
That you gon remember facts
She just focused on that Prada bag
Girl I get it you don't gotta ask
You know that I'm bout my paper girl
I run it up I don't gotta brag
Gucci Louie yeah designer bags
So exclusive it don't got a tag
So rich they think it's stolen
Look at ya wrist it's swollen
She just focused on that Prada bag
Girl I get it you don't gotta ask
You know that I'm bout my paper girl
I run it up I don't gotta brag
Gucci Louie yeah designer bags
So exclusive it don't got a tag
So rich they think it's stolen
Look at ya wrist it's swollen
Look at ya wrist girl is swollen
All that ice
Girl I'm thinking you frozen
Neck of water like the shit came from Poland
I'm tryna see how you look in the morning UH
From the way that you posing UH
I could tell what you want and UH
Tryna go back to the crib
You tryna see what it is
So I took her to the casa
Cuz she was calling me papa
She the queso to my salsa
But she get wetter than some agua
Was on a mission so I had to get it
Nothin worse than when you a critic
I don't show no signs
Won't be talking cryptic
I just pray to god
He done made me gifted
Yeah
Gucci Louie shorty like designer
Shorty bad looking like Rihanna
Couldn't tell u where to even find her
On a plane Italy and China
Baby girl don't gotta remind you
Chain bright it'll probably blind you
Shows out when she know that it's time to
Making the same money that I do
Yeah
Shorty don't need a man
She tryna be the man
She got her own... thinking she know what it is until she see the man
First class... never Peter Pan
She don't need me but she been a fan
When I see her ain't no words needed she know what I'm saying yeahhh
She just focused on that Prada bag
Girl i get it you don't gotta ask
You know that I'm bout my paper girl
I run it up I don't gotta brag
Gucci louie yeah designer bags
So exclusive it don't got a tag
So rich they think it's stolen
Look at ya wrist it's swollen
She just focused on that Prada bag
Girl i get it you don't gotta ask
You know that I'm bout my paper girl
I run it up I don't gotta brag
Gucci louie yeah designer bags
So exclusive it don't got a tag
So rich they think it's stolen
Look at ya wrist it's swollen
Writer: Miguel Padilla
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid