Prada and Chanel Lyrics

Baby, you like Prada and Chanel, ayy

I can tell, ayy I'm just sayin', like, baby, ayy

Ayy

Baby, you like Prada and Chanel You ain't have to say it, I can tell

Wanna put you in some Dolce & Gabbana You'll be happier when you be countin' commas

I see you interested in Balenciagas We eatin' overseas, tired of Benihanas

I wanna make you wifey, not a baby mama If love was a drug, then I'm faded

You can ride with me, don't gotta ride with them

Just cause you rock designer, you are not him

Niggas say he ballin', right above the rim So when we get that Addy, we gon' smother him

You love it when I talk a little reckless I got you overflowin', bring the plunger in

Been up for some days, feelin' restless But when we all alone, we be thunderin

Oochie wally sloppy toppy, make it nasty We in the jet, we havin' sex, but we classy

Arrivederci it's gon' hurt me when you pass me Sippin' Minute Maid up in the shade, rubbin' her ass cheeks, ayy

She love it when them balls in her jaws Shootin' up the club tonight, we ain't gettin' a plan B, ayy

I love it when you grabbin' on the wall If you lookin' for her, she at home with her bonnet on

She ain't in competition with other girls She be stayin' focused in her own lane

Turned up, but she ain't goin' out tonight She just wanna chill and do her own thing, ayy

And when she go outside, she be turnin' heads Baby, you lookin' too damn good, I almost died

You walked in the room, I can't remember what I just said I know they can't fuck with you if they tried

I know it's just a song, but I ain't tellin' lies You the main course, you the shake and the fries

Baby, when I say this, I'ma look you in your eyes You a Quarter, cause a dime ain't enough

Every year, twenty-fine, thirty-fine, forty-fine, fifty-fine it don't matter, cause you agin' like wine

Knowin' you a diamond in the rough And I love the way you move, girl, you got it

I'ma tell you all the time, uh-huh Baby, you like Prada and Chanel

You ain't have to say it, I can tell Wanna put you in some Dolce & Gabbana

You'll be happier when you be countin' commas I see you interested in Balenciagas

We eatin' overseas, tired of Benihanas I wanna make you wifey, not a baby mama

If love was a drug, then I'm faded