Yeah, Deniro, Longmoney
She tell me she love me, she proud of it, she love me, I buy her some Prada kicks
I don't love on hoe she a boujee bitch and we up in the room making movie clips
She gon' suck on my dick and she swallow it, she flashing designer, that's Prada bitch
If she shaking her ass, then I'm proud of it and I'm raking in cash, this no counterfeit
Waste my day when I try to count all of it, never step in my shoes, you can't walk in it
Posted up in my shoes, I'm a walking lick, I'll be chillin', come try, I'll give him it
I go get what I doubled and spend that shit and I flip what you fumbled with no assist
I go spend your whole cheque, triple that at fifths, plus I bought her a gift when I Prada it, yeah
Spent some money, gotta get it back, getting money, where he get it at
Didn't see him, now I turn up, I be popping bottles riding with a couple racks
Throwing up my city, rolling up my city, going up the city, doing that
Still I'm in my city, ya know I keep it litty going different when it's bout a rack
Didn't say nothing bout that didn't say nothing, when talking about facts, facts
I just go double all that, stuffing my jeans won't even fit in my backpack
Never been bout all of that lost you at all, never got you no sack back
Never did get you a bitch, loving on her I just hope that her ass fat
Bruce Wayne, new whip Turbo my engine stop wasting my time, damn
New lane, gear switch I just be chilling, might organize crime shit
New fade, new drip no telling me different, she more than a dime shit
Tell me what you know about time, so lost talking numbers not worried bout fines, bitch
I keep it lit, long money shit, money off bricks, splash on a whip
Louis my drip, designer my kicks, pass it to Kese and he making it kick
Slide in the whip, and then we gon' dip I'm in the ride, smoking a zip
I'm on the ride, smoking the zip
Smoking exotic, I'm high as a bitch, go on a move nigga better not snitch
Glock to his lip, mama, up off the rip too tight on the strip, so a nigga can't slip
Drakeo mini, I'm flushing his whip
Long money shit, niggas countin' up chips
Finesse me a nigga, then I gotta dip
Plug on the phone and we talking bout script
Got so much water, it's moving a ship, good OG shit, smelling like piss
Blew up a nigga, he think I'm a lick, hop in that car, then we gotta fish
I'm ridin' with Slime, he geeking to spin, brodie he jammin', he jamming off 10
I took me a L, now I gotta win, shots for whoever we shootin' at men
T Deniro - Prada It (feat. LongMoneyKese) Lyrics
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Yeah, Deniro, Longmoney
She tell me she love me, she proud of it, she love me, I buy her some Prada kicks
I don't love on hoe she a boujee bitch and we up in the room making movie clips
She gon' suck on my dick and she swallow it, she flashing designer, that's Prada bitch
If she shaking her ass, then I'm proud of it and I'm raking in cash, this no counterfeit
Waste my day when I try to count all of it, never step in my shoes, you can't walk in it
Posted up in my shoes, I'm a walking lick, I'll be chillin', come try, I'll give him it
I go get what I doubled and spend that shit and I flip what you fumbled with no assist
I go spend your whole cheque, triple that at fifths, plus I bought her a gift when I Prada it, yeah
Spent some money, gotta get it back, getting money, where he get it at
Didn't see him, now I turn up, I be popping bottles riding with a couple racks
Throwing up my city, rolling up my city, going up the city, doing that
Still I'm in my city, ya know I keep it litty going different when it's bout a rack
Didn't say nothing bout that didn't say nothing, when talking about facts, facts
I just go double all that, stuffing my jeans won't even fit in my backpack
Never been bout all of that lost you at all, never got you no sack back
Never did get you a bitch, loving on her I just hope that her ass fat
Bruce Wayne, new whip Turbo my engine stop wasting my time, damn
New lane, gear switch I just be chilling, might organize crime shit
New fade, new drip no telling me different, she more than a dime shit
Tell me what you know about time, so lost talking numbers not worried bout fines, bitch
I keep it lit, long money shit, money off bricks, splash on a whip
Louis my drip, designer my kicks, pass it to Kese and he making it kick
Slide in the whip, and then we gon' dip I'm in the ride, smoking a zip
I'm on the ride, smoking the zip
Smoking exotic, I'm high as a bitch, go on a move nigga better not snitch
Glock to his lip, mama, up off the rip too tight on the strip, so a nigga can't slip
Drakeo mini, I'm flushing his whip
Long money shit, niggas countin' up chips
Finesse me a nigga, then I gotta dip
Plug on the phone and we talking bout script
Got so much water, it's moving a ship, good OG shit, smelling like piss
Blew up a nigga, he think I'm a lick, hop in that car, then we gotta fish
I'm ridin' with Slime, he geeking to spin, brodie he jammin', he jamming off 10
I took me a L, now I gotta win, shots for whoever we shootin' at men
She tell me she love me, she proud of it, she love me, I buy her some Prada kicks
I don't love on hoe she a boujee bitch and we up in the room making movie clips
She gon' suck on my dick and she swallow it, she flashing designer, that's Prada bitch
If she shaking her ass, then I'm proud of it and I'm raking in cash, this no counterfeit
Waste my day when I try to count all of it, never step in my shoes, you can't walk in it
Posted up in my shoes, I'm a walking lick, I'll be chillin', come try, I'll give him it
I go get what I doubled and spend that shit and I flip what you fumbled with no assist
I go spend your whole cheque, triple that at fifths, plus I bought her a gift when I Prada it, yeah
Spent some money, gotta get it back, getting money, where he get it at
Didn't see him, now I turn up, I be popping bottles riding with a couple racks
Throwing up my city, rolling up my city, going up the city, doing that
Still I'm in my city, ya know I keep it litty going different when it's bout a rack
Didn't say nothing bout that didn't say nothing, when talking about facts, facts
I just go double all that, stuffing my jeans won't even fit in my backpack
Never been bout all of that lost you at all, never got you no sack back
Never did get you a bitch, loving on her I just hope that her ass fat
Bruce Wayne, new whip Turbo my engine stop wasting my time, damn
New lane, gear switch I just be chilling, might organize crime shit
New fade, new drip no telling me different, she more than a dime shit
Tell me what you know about time, so lost talking numbers not worried bout fines, bitch
I keep it lit, long money shit, money off bricks, splash on a whip
Louis my drip, designer my kicks, pass it to Kese and he making it kick
Slide in the whip, and then we gon' dip I'm in the ride, smoking a zip
I'm on the ride, smoking the zip
Smoking exotic, I'm high as a bitch, go on a move nigga better not snitch
Glock to his lip, mama, up off the rip too tight on the strip, so a nigga can't slip
Drakeo mini, I'm flushing his whip
Long money shit, niggas countin' up chips
Finesse me a nigga, then I gotta dip
Plug on the phone and we talking bout script
Got so much water, it's moving a ship, good OG shit, smelling like piss
Blew up a nigga, he think I'm a lick, hop in that car, then we gotta fish
I'm ridin' with Slime, he geeking to spin, brodie he jammin', he jamming off 10
I took me a L, now I gotta win, shots for whoever we shootin' at men
Writer: LoneyMoney Kese, Taylen Lang
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid