[Lyric] Prada Bae (Young T & Bugsey)

[Intro]
Quincy tell 'em

[Chorus: Bugsey]
(yeah) Real G's move in silence like it's Bolognese
My life ain't been the same, I'm in my Gucci bag (yeah)
Baddie with me come from outta way
Fck in the GLA, she made her booty clap
Sippin' regular Dom Peri', ayy
Shawty, you'd be amazed
Girl, you my Prada bae
Throw me lemons I'll make lemonade
The plug and I liaise, I'm finna fly away (go)

[Verse 1: Nafe Smallz]
I just keep it sho, she see everythin' froze
We lit, they know, my clique, my woes
Step too clеan, spend a whip on these robеs
Still smokin' these O's, I ain't cuffin' no hoes (no way)
Don't get caught slippin' when you're on the main road (go)
Devil still lurkin', you know how the game goes
I don't trust a soul, nah, there's not a soul (nah)
Louis stepper, new season and it's old, you know
[Refrain: Nafe Smallz]
She gon get me lit, ayy, ayy
She just spent an hour on this dick, ayy, ayy
Posin' for a pic, ayy, ayy
We be makin' porn in the crib, ayy, ayy
They just buyin' Louis call it drip, ayy
They don't even know they look shit, yeah
Someone tell 'em buy a new fit, yeah
Still jewelry shoppin', all my jewelry is lit, yeah (oh, yeah)
Money talks and it never talks shit, let's go

[Verse 2: Young T]
Big face all on my wrist, coochie wet, I slip in
GLE tint came with meddlin' kids
Sweets fillin' in sticks, I Fendi my bitch
I was down on my jibs
Now I'm steppin' like this (like this, like this)
I was the nigga that they was countin' out
Now I caught a licky, they wanna sign me out
Yo, take the milli', where the house?
I'm up in Bentley like the 'Tayga I might drive it out (yoom)
Big flicky, I brought the diamonds out (bling)
Vogue model, she wanna ride me out (muah)
Ain't speakin' on what I'm findin' out
Yo, dig up the whistle they wanna iron it out (yeah)
I make her tip toe
Forty on my neck, that's a big show
Need more money on my head, that's an insult
Grew up as a sinner now we rich though (yeah)
[Chorus: Bugsey]
Real G's move in silence like it's Bolognese
My life ain't been the same, I'm in my Gucci bag (yeah)
Baddie with me come from outta way
Fck in the GLA, she made her booty clap
Sippin' regular Dom Peri', ayy
Shawty, you'd be amazed
Girl, you my Prada bae
Throw me lemons I'll make lemonade
The plug and I liaise, I'm finna fly away (go)

[Refrain: Nafe Smallz]
I just keep it sho, she see everythin' froze
We lit, they know, my clique, my woes
Step too clean, spend a whip on these robes
Still smokin' these O's, I ain't cuffin' no hoes (no way)
Don't get caught slippin' when you're on the main road (go)
Devil still lurkin', you know how the game goes
I don't trust a soul, nah, there's not a soul (nah)
Louis stepper, new season and it's old, you know

[Verse 3: Bugsey]
New Chanaynay, size 41
I got the funds, the means, the greens to feed my habits
You can't come again, it's already done
I'm in the slums, should see the scenes, the fiends, the addicts (addicts)
Get my Rollie out the green box
I got a gallon of water, wrist watch like a freezer
Buy the shop, can't make my G's watch
We goin' London to LAX, LAX and then Ibiza (zoom)
Big rocks lookin' hefty (oh)
In the polo club I'm on a jetski (hey, hey)
Phone call from the west wing
Screamin', "Free the guys!" until the guys free (free the guys)
And my Bonnie cold like a eski'
We got matchin' Rollies and they Presi'
Put my girl in fashion that's expensive (aye)
Still I pull up on you in the trenches
[Chorus: Bugsey]
Real G's move in silence like it's Bolognese
My life ain't been the same, I'm in my Gucci bag (yeah)
Baddie with me come from outta way
Fck in the GLA, she made her booty clap
Sippin' regular Dom Peri', ayy
Shawty, you'd be amazed
Girl, you my Prada bae
Throw me lemons I'll make lemonade
The plug and I liaise, I'm finna fly away (go)

[Refrain: Nafe Smallz]
I just keep it sho, she see everythin' froze
We lit, they know, my clique, my woes
Step too clean, spend a whip on these robes
Still smokin' these O's, I ain't cuffin' no hoes (no way)
Don't get caught slippin' when you're on the main road (go)
Devil still lurkin', you know how the game goes
I don't trust a soul, nah, there's not a soul (nah)
Louis stepper, new season and it's old, you know