prada

Yeah, ah ah ah
Yeah, ah, Vayda
Ah, Vayda Vay Vay Vayda Vay Vay

Thought I was playing, say Vay primadonna
That b**** my daughter, I raised and I taught her
She used to asking that n**** for food
But now she asking that n**** for Prada
My h*** is being discreet, caught get caught up
I think before that s*** ever been thought of
Where is my peace like hakuna matata
Why all these n***** be bothering me for
Where is my peace like hakuna matata
Why all these n***** be bothering me for
She running late and she mad I took detours
Money the only thing I stand on feet for
B**** bad as hell and she ride with a uh
B**** bad as hell and she ride with a pitchfork
I'm fine as hell and I ride with a pink sword
Count up the bands, I spend hundreds on Dior
You wanna see me, then see me on tour
H*** sad as hell and she looking like Eeyore
B**** bald, looking like Caillou
I write a song, they call it a haiku
Went on my story, they wanna know my lore
You want me to reply but I'm saying what for
I'm pushing the limit, put s*** to the floor
I'm walking right in to all of them doors

Ah yeah, ah yeah, ah Vayda, ah Vayda

I'm driving that coupe, that b**** it go fast
B*** is so pretty, she shaking her a**
N***** so lame, go broke for a bag
S***, in my hood I feel like my dad
S*** I make money, I spend it on fashion
Car so fast, I damn near crashed it
All new blues, I put em in plastic
Ten on her a**, I gave her a a** lift
I hang with God but I think I know Satan
B**** in a car and a b**** she chased it
B**** see my teeth and she get butt naked
Spend a n**** life on a Cartier bracelet
I never show a b**** where my safe at
Rich n**** not finna sleep in a Maybach
In the front seat where we keep the AK at
F*** a n**** b****, I call that payback
Baby momma don't know where I stay at
Playground in the back where my f****** kids play at
Twenty thousand and he dead, might pay that
Twenty thousand when he dead, why I say that

Thought I was playing, say Vay primadonna
That b**** my daughter, I raise and I taught her
She used to asking that n**** for food
But now she asking that n**** for Prada
My h*** is being discreet, cant get caught up
I think before that s*** ever been thought of
Where is my peace like hakuna matata
Why all these n***** be bothering me for
Where is my peace like hakuna matata
Why all these n***** be bothering me for
She running late and she mad I took detours
Money the only thing I stand on feet for
B**** bad as hell and she ride with a uh
B**** bad as hell and she ride with a pitchfork
I'm fine as hell and I ride with a pink sword
Count up the bands, I spend hundreds on Dior