Devil Wears Prada

But I think you're kinda fine, you would look great in some Prada

I think I changed my mind (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh yeah)

Rockstar life

Yes, I got these waxed denims on me and I got some fuckin' racks in 'em, dawg

Yes, I'm in the back if you lookin' for me, I ain't tryna impress none of y'all

Yeah, and I got these bad bitches on me, I ain't tryna shake none of 'em off

See, I'm tryna get a bag on me, baby, I ain't got no time to answer your calls

Popping thousand-dollar tags, lil' nigga, you can't find this shit I'm drippin' in the mall

And I hope that I don't crash 'cause I'm moving fast, I'm not tryna link with the stars

And we smoke designer gas with exotic women, nigga, we can't help who we are

Rockstar life and I might not make it, nigga, yeah, we havin' Glocks, not guitars

Rockstar life, why these bitches always ask why I'm always breakin' they hearts

I think I lived twice, never ever had to cap, yeah, I been this way from the start

No, I can't make you mine

But I think you're kinda fine, you would look great in some Prada

I can't escape my mind

Wake up every single day, and nigga, I get draped in designer

Think I changed my mind

No, I don't got time to play, baby, I be racing the clock

And I'm staying out late 'cause I know that soon I'ma see the sun

Yeah, and each and every single day we be on the move tryna get some money

And I'ma take that lil' bitch to the moon

Tell her just relax, baby, it ain't nothing

And I swear it only took a day

Made a couple racks but that's really nothin'

I done made this bitch my Ricky bae

If she want the Raf, nigga, it ain't nothin'

And I got 'em mad, think I got 'em mad but it ain't nothin' (oh yeah)

Oh yeah, yeah