[00:00.000] 作词 : Namil Bridges/Semaj Nelson/Jemarc Denis
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Namil Bridges/Semaj Nelson/Jemarc Denis
[00:02.920][Chorus]
[00:03.178]Oh, what's on my feet? Oh, that's Prada (Uh)
[00:04.212]You don't got shit to be proud of
[00:05.787]I'm at the top, you stuck at the bottom (Uh)
[00:06.829]That bitch tryna take off her bottom
[00:08.622]I rocked some boots in LA and forgot 'em
[00:09.913]It's pretty obvious why you is not him
[00:11.225]That nigga only get high off of blinker
[00:12.800]The way that she give up the brain, mathematical thinker
[00:14.645]I'm ringin' bells like I'm Tinker
[00:15.687]That boy a fiend, tried to **** her the second he linked her
[00:17.764]You wanted smoke? We can link up
[00:18.810]I need a book, all the crazy ass shit that I think of
[00:20.691]I'm in the back of the back that I breach, uh
[00:22.251]I'm in the back of the, uh, let's go
[00:23.558]
[00:24.068][Verse 1]
[00:24.327]I'm in LA with lil' Wesley
[00:24.856]I'm finna **** on that ho, and he takin' her bestie
[00:26.691]I wanna play with a Bessie
[00:27.737]Just took a test up in school, nigga, please do not test me
[00:29.581]My brother die, they gon' have to arrest me
[00:30.861]'Cause I'ma kill every nigga that try to correct me
[00:32.848]Your bitch on me, she caress me
[00:33.908]I'm on that top floor, kickin' shit like I'm Jessie
[00:35.744](One, two, hm)
[00:37.816](One, two, three)
[00:38.838]
[00:39.084][Verse 2]
[00:39.340]Can't **** with these niggas, I can't
[00:40.113]I carry these niggas, I'm holdin' the weight
[00:41.396]She wanna **** it, I told her to wait
[00:42.964]Bitch, I got kids I don't know, like I'm Drake
[00:44.539]Drac' puttin' a nigga away
[00:46.117]Drank all in my cup, Minute Maid, 'cause
[00:48.196]Sippin' that Wock', I'ma steer off
[00:49.512]All of this shit that I know could knock niggas' career off
[00:51.085]Your diamonds really appear off
[00:52.112]I'm smokin' gas, nigga, I ain't drinkin' no Smirnoff
[00:53.678]Hold up, let me turn the beat off
[00:54.977]Feel like my niggas, they shootin' for three, that's a bucket
[00:56.793]You can look at my chain, but don't touch it
[00:58.098]Just like a buzzer beater, bro, this shit get to clutchin'
[00:59.656]All of my pieces be punchin', of course
[01:01.222]I said, "**** a college, ain't takin' a course"
[01:03.045]Only class I really needed was coarse
[01:04.356]And my occupation been makin' more money than yours
[01:05.887]I know I'm makin' way more than my teachers, but I go to school just to say that I did it
[01:08.991]Every time that they call me a one hit wonder, I tell them, "I'm rich, you ****ing idiot"
[01:12.129](Brrt, oh)
[01:14.889]
[01:15.147][Chorus]
[01:15.147]You better take off that Prada (Uh)
[01:16.181]'Cause you don't got shit to be proud of
[01:17.749]I'm at the top, you stuck at the bottom (Uh)
[01:19.062]That bitch tryna take off her bottom
[01:20.627]I rocked some boots in LA and forgot 'em
[01:22.210]It's pretty obvious why you is not him
[01:23.777]That nigga only get high off of blinker
[01:25.098]The way that she give up brain, mathematical thinker
[01:26.939]I'm ringin' bells like I'm Tinker
[01:28.487]That boy a fiend, tried to **** her the second he linked her
[01:30.276]You wanted smoke? We can link up
[01:31.840]I need a book, all the crazy ass shit that I think of
[01:33.156]I'm in the back of the back that I breach, uh
[01:34.731]I'm in the back of the, uh, let's go

作词 : Namil Bridges/Semaj Nelson/Jemarc Denis
作曲 : Namil Bridges/Semaj Nelson/Jemarc Denis
Oh, what's on my feet? Oh, that's Prada (Uh)
You don't got shit to be proud of
I'm at the top, you stuck at the bottom (Uh)
That bitch tryna take off her bottom
I rocked some boots in LA and forgot 'em
It's pretty obvious why you is not him
That nigga only get high off of blinker
The way that she give up the brain, mathematical thinker
I'm ringin' bells like I'm Tinker
That boy a fiend, tried to **** her the second he linked her
You wanted smoke? We can link up
I need a book, all the crazy ass shit that I think of
I'm in the back of the back that I breach, uh
I'm in the back of the, uh, let's go

I'm in LA with lil' Wesley
I'm finna **** on that ho, and he takin' her bestie
I wanna play with a Bessie
Just took a test up in school, nigga, please do not test me
My brother die, they gon' have to arrest me
'Cause I'ma kill every nigga that try to correct me
Your bitch on me, she caress me
I'm on that top floor, kickin' shit like I'm Jessie
(One, two, hm)
(One, two, three)

Can't **** with these niggas, I can't
I carry these niggas, I'm holdin' the weight
She wanna **** it, I told her to wait
Bitch, I got kids I don't know, like I'm Drake
Drac' puttin' a nigga away
Drank all in my cup, Minute Maid, 'cause
Sippin' that Wock', I'ma steer off
All of this shit that I know could knock niggas' career off
Your diamonds really appear off
I'm smokin' gas, nigga, I ain't drinkin' no Smirnoff
Hold up, let me turn the beat off
Feel like my niggas, they shootin' for three, that's a bucket
You can look at my chain, but don't touch it
Just like a buzzer beater, bro, this shit get to clutchin'
All of my pieces be punchin', of course
I said, "**** a college, ain't takin' a course"
Only class I really needed was coarse
And my occupation been makin' more money than yours
I know I'm makin' way more than my teachers, but I go to school just to say that I did it
Every time that they call me a one hit wonder, I tell them, "I'm rich, you ****ing idiot"
(Brrt, oh)

You better take off that Prada (Uh)
'Cause you don't got shit to be proud of
I'm at the top, you stuck at the bottom (Uh)
That bitch tryna take off her bottom
I rocked some boots in LA and forgot 'em
It's pretty obvious why you is not him
That nigga only get high off of blinker
The way that she give up brain, mathematical thinker
I'm ringin' bells like I'm Tinker
That boy a fiend, tried to **** her the second he linked her
You wanted smoke? We can link up
I need a book, all the crazy ass shit that I think of
I'm in the back of the back that I breach, uh
I'm in the back of the, uh, let's go