D.R. Da Rula - Gucci, Fendi, Prada

I just want some profit, momma call me prophet
My lil baby call me papa, I got plans on my noggin
Talking crazy, If that nigga out his head they hit his noggin
When you up they wanna top you, they gone hate you cannot stop it
My ole lady simple, she don't want no Gucci Fendi Prada
Real love don't cost a dollar
When you got money you got options
Got no money, you not popping
Niggas cap and call it honest
Brodie like you childish cause I start and finish problems

I cant go broke again, you won't catch me without 1000 dollars
I told her I'm lazy, if I hit it bae you gotta ride it
Fake nigga can't look into my eyes because it's shit he hiding
Nigga wipe his nose talking bout slime let's see if he sliding
I just want respect, power, and Michelle Obama
Im gone smoke this wood to the face, don't want no cappers round me
I'm the emperor, I feel like Kuzco, I spit like a llama
I ain't never lied, she say I know boy put it on yo momma
I put in on my momma
Stick and stones will prolly break my bones but words a never stop me
I'm a skinny as lil nigga why she say I'm cocky
Let's get in the ring, I got gloves, me and that pussy boxing
You don't want no fucking problems
I was good at math back in school so I'm gone fucking solve it
I get on the muthafucking beat and I just go retarted
Dog get on the muthafucking beat and he just sound retarded
Shit don't get me started
Niggas talking shit, the bars garbage but the beat was harder
I ain't gone cap like I be eating, I'm a starving artist
Pace yourself nigga when you ain't racing you gone win regardless
Count yo blessings before they tap yo pockets
Play me like a game that's gone get a nigga touched like Bop It
If he say my name in a song I hope he talking proper
Nigga rich as fuck but broke as hell cause they ain't got no knowledge

I just want some profit, momma call me prophet
My lil baby call me papa, I got plans on my noggin
Talking crazy, If that nigga out his head they hit his noggin
When you up they wanna top you, they gone hate you cannot stop it
My ole lady simple, she don't want no Gucci Fendi Prada
Real love don't cost a dollar
When you got money you got options
Got no money, you not popping
Niggas cap and call it honest
Brodie like you childish cause I start and finish problems

Written by:
DURRY KENNEDY, DWAYNE REYNOLDS

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