Prada Chad Da Don (Ft. YoungstaCPT)

[Verse 1: Chad Da Don]
And the devil smellin' like Prada
Chain smoking that proper
What I say goes, gotta make dough
That's case closed, profit
Keep the faith, let's get commas
And the hoes you chase, they ain't honest
It's a body bag when I drop 'em
They hella mad, they don't blossom
Told 'em they don't want a battle
You know me, I lead by example
I am the king of the castle
Hit you from every angle
Yeah, you know I'm built for this
I wasn't built to miss
I gotta tilt the wrist, filthy grip
I gotta kill this shit, I'ma be filthy rich
These homies all talking cap now 'cause thеy really know I don't back down
Steady focused on thе cash now, when they know I get it in a flash now
Racked out, shooters with me in the cut and they got the MAC out
Stand down, man I don't really give a fuck 'cause I make you blackout
Let's fuck up a cheque, fuck up a cheque
Show some respect, I'm one of the best
Just made a quarter mil and that's two fifty
Watch me go and get two milli'
I ain't fuckin' with 'em, ain't cool with me
I don't think they know what they should do with me