Prada Mama - I Like Lyrics

I like money, I like shopping, I like blunts
Flew out to LA just to smoke a pound of runtz
He impatient, only let him hit it once
Please don't ask me 'bout no bitch that you ain't seen me with in months
He gon' eat it from the back and from the front
Ima make him think I like him so he buy me what I want
Never been the type to turn down any funds
I'm a pretty boujee bitch, I can't be f*ckin' with no bum
These bitches get on twitter when they in the mood to cap
I know I got 'em triggered, so I keep it on my
These hoes be yelling pick me, shoulda kept it in they drafts
Had to cop the Marni slippers, Ima let you do the math
Sour got me hungry, all these rappers look like food
Balenciaga hoodie, 'cause it compliment the shoes
I feel like Rihanna, I don't want him unless he rude
Now I know you ain't no bully, I remember you in school
Got a foreign in a foreign, do not ash in it
Stacey dashin', asking 'bout my fashion sense
He 'gon run and tell his friends 'bout how he smashin' it
In the passenger, I hope I don't crash the Benz
I like money, I like shopping, I like blunts
Flew out to LA just to smoke a pound of runtz
He impatient, only let him hit it once
Please don't ask me 'bout no bitch that you ain't seen me with in months
He gon' eat it from the back and from the front
Ima make him think I like him so he buy me what I want
Never been the type to turn down any funds
I'm a pretty boujee bitch, I can't be f*ckin' with no bum