Tay900 - Prada Me (feat. Malik Lucre) Lyrics

Pourin' up $200 cup, this ain't no coffee I hate sleepin' on smoke, I want niggas in
A coffin
I hate if my shirt, get a stain, this ain't
Come from no Slauson
Just mixed Biscotti with the Gary Payton
It got me coughin'
Niggas be tryna copy me, yeah they be watchin' me
You can tell I'm havin', one of my opps told
Me they proud of me
You wasn't there when I was broke, so no you can't get nothin' from me
Fifteen hundred on my feet, boy that shit
Ain't nothin' to me
Ol' plankton-ass nigga, he a groupie for the recipe
If you can't move a thousand grams or better don't sit next to me
I'ma get that motherf*ckin' paper till I
D.I.E
She want Bossa Nova, but I ain't f*ckin', she get Taco Pete
Cold-ass world, I can't leave the crib without my heat
Caught lil buddy lackin', up the Mack, and all you saw was feet
I ran up that money, I go spend what you made in a week
He say he don't f*ck with who, ask me am I losin' sleep
Young Trap, baby, yeah, i'm straight out them trenches
Had a rich dream that I wrecked the Bentley Remember a days without no cash, didn't have a penny
I was so broke, man, I couldn't even pay attention
If the head right in pussy good, I'd pay for extension
If it ain't bout a bag, keep me up out your mentions
Any nigga played with the mob, we got they ass missin'
Say you trappin', but you broke, boy, you need a fix it
Real country, but we gettin' money in Mississippi
Cartier, my frames, we do not have the same vision
Ballin' on they ass, Chauncey Billups ion play for the Pistons
Ran that money up so high, know my opps be dissin
Her new nigga a peon, bet a band she miss me
Smokin' real Za Morant every time I'm in Memphis
33 in the clip, I shoot like Scottie Pippen
Way before this covid shit, nigga, been kept a distance