Exploring the realm of luxury and affluence, this track serves as a commentary on the artists' glamorous lifestyles and their attitudes towards wealth. The lyrics depict indulgence in high-end fashion brands like Prada, Christian Dior, and Fendi, along with references to lavish locations such as Selfridges, the Shard and the Ritz. This opulence is contrasted with their disdain for chasing popularity or "clout", suggesting a focus on personal success over public approval. The song's repeated refrain of "I got more money coming in than going out" underscores this sentiment of financial independence and prosperity. Yet, it also hints at an underlying critique of materialism and superficiality within society. #LuxuryLifestyle #Materialism #FinancialIndependence #PopCultureCritique
Prada
Lyrics
'Bout to take my lady Selfridges
New drip on the way, uh-huh
Rap nigga still sellin' bricks
Half a cake on the way, uh-huh
Take a flight, she wanna take a Lyft
Phone the molly man, he's on the way, uh-huh
I might take her to Shard, I might take her to Ritz
It don't matter, baby, I'm straight, uh-huh
Feel like I'm in Prince's house
Purple paint all on the walls, uh-huh
Sittin' down on this fancy couch and I can't see straight
I'm a state, uh-huh
Twenty-two, I'm in Paris, baby
Got a stripper's tits in my face, uh-huh
Roll up in a Bentley
I want Christian, I want Fendi
I want Prada, ah, ah
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
I already make that paper
I don't need to chase no clout, wow
I don't usually pipe up
But don't like how you runnin' your mouth, wow
I already make that paper
I don't need to chase no clout, wow
I don't usually pipe up
But don't like how you runnin' your mouth, wow
You're a side piece from East End
I'm a bad bitch from South, wow
Baby, baby
I got more money comin' in than goin' out
'Bout to take my lady Selfridges
New drip on the way, uh-huh
Rap nigga still sellin' bricks
Half a cake on the way, uh-huh
Take a flight, she wanna take a Lyft
Phone the molly man, he's on the way, uh-huh
I might take her to Shard, I might take her to Ritz
It don't matter, baby, I'm straight, uh-huh
Feel like I'm in Prince's house
Purple paint all on the walls, uh-huh
Sittin' down on this fancy couch and I can't see straight
I'm a state, uh-huh
Twenty-two, I'm in Paris, baby
Got a stripper's tits in my face, uh-huh
Roll up in a Bentley
I want Christian, I want Fendi
I want Prada, ah, ah
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
I already make that paper
I don't need to chase no clout, wow
I don't usually pipe up
But don't like how you runnin' your mouth, wow
I already make that paper
I don't need to chase no clout, wow
I don't usually pipe up
But don't like how you runnin' your mouth, wow
You're a side piece from East End
I'm a bad bitch from South, wow
Baby, baby
I got more money comin' in than goin' out
I want Prada, ah, ah
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
I want Prada, ah, ah
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Writer(s): Adam Williams, Jahmori Simmons, Obi Ebele, Rachel Keen, Ricky Banton, Uche Ebele
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Downtown Music Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
Prada
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