Trap Beats - On My Pradas lyrics

[Hook: Rich The Kid] Baking soda on my Pradas, all I do is f** the models.. 20, 30, 50 bottles.. All I do is count them dollars.. I been about them Benjamins, I said I been about them Benjamins.. I'm all about them Benjamins, I said I been about them Benjamins [Verse 1: Rich The Kid] I just bought a new whip, I just bought a new Rove I got 35 b**hes, I don't need no new ho Got a iPhone 4, got a iPhone 5 Got, n***as tryna k** me so I'm tryna stay alive Got my n***a T with me and you know he strapped up.. And my n***a peel it so you better back up.. And I'm racked up.. Truey and that Prada I'm in Magic City Mondays throwing way too many dollars.. Now I'm up in Onyx, strippers up in Follies Got your girl open and she f**in' on a Molly In my Aston Martin, and it's extra Foreign.. Got your old girl with me, b**h is extra boring [Hook] [Verse 2] I be draped up in Versace swagger jackers tryna copy Pull up in that Maserati, foreign b**h she do pilates.. If that p**y good, I put her in Armani She be flippin' on a Molly, diamonds straight from the Safari Burberry, Range Rove.. Hit the mall I change clothes Captain cup, y'all save hoes, well I'm tryna get these bankrolls.. Rolex, Breitling.. Don't you see my diamonds? Love the way I'm shining, hit the club I'm blinding.. I just bought a Ferragamo Porsche on 26's.. Pull up to the mall and leave with 20 b**hes.. Young n***a been about them Benjamins.. Big face hundreds, I be stackin' 'em.. [Hook]