Ha-ha-ha
You know, uh
I wear Prada, Balenciaga
I party when I wanna
And she can't tell me nada
No, she can't tell me nada
All I heard was blah, blah, blah, blah
Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah
No, she can't tell me nada
No, she can't tell me nada
Now what they gonna say about this?
Half a million on my left wrist, the stainless Nautilus
Too much filler, now she got a lisp
But it's feeling insane, when she sucking on this (Ha-ha-ha)
I'm having too much motion
What they put in Casa? That's a cold, cold potion
Sign another deal, now we're champagne toasting
Doors open, hyphy so Oakland
Jacket fresh off the YSL runway
You can't get this, it was really only one made
Hit her on Friday, forgot her by Sunday
She tеxts I need to grow up, I text her back, "One day"
I wеar Prada, Balenciaga
I party when I wanna
And she can't tell me nada
No, she can't tell me nada
All I heard was blah, blah, blah, blah
Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah
No, she can't tell me nada
No, she can't tell me nada
Uh, I leave a New York nine on read
If she ain't a gawk goddess, I'll turn down head
Met her at the The Ned, now I got her legs spread
When we done, the mattress halfway off the bed
Superfly, not a plane, not a bird
Drink 'til I can't remember what occurred
I know I've got a reputation sure you've heard
Million dollar dick, should probably get it insured
Acting like a nerd, sent a six minute voice memo, are you absurd?
Not listening to that shit, I put on "Do Not Disturb"
She can't tell me nada, not a word
I wear Prada, Balenciaga
I party when I wanna
And she can't tell me nada
No, she can't tell me nada
All I heard was blah, blah, blah, blah
Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah
No, she can't tell me nada
No, she can't tell me nada
[Outro: Suzanne Vega]
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