[Verse 1: Kam Prada]

I belong to the guap yeah
I learned that from my pops yeah
She belongs to the block
Because she wants everybody in the spot yeah
I just stack up a lot ah
Now they want what I got ah
They wishin' I could stop
I’m just getting started with setting up shop ah
I don’t care what they say I run it up ah ah
What I made in a night he made in a month ah ah (Uh, yeah)
I gotta fuck up these racks on fashion 'cuz I never really had shit
What I made last year this year I spent more on my taxes yeah
I pulled up like what’s happening uh
Versace on my glasses yeah
I feel like Killbunk 'cuz I ain’t learn shit in those classes yuh
I’m in Calabasas
I’ve been ballin it ain’t March yet but I still can’t stop the madness yuh ha
10 bands on me like I’m Messi
I know she cannot forget me
That’s not my girl that’s my bestie
I need a Barbie like Je$$e
But I cannot fuck if she basic yeah
Brown hunneds but I am not racist yeah
The day I sell out the Palace that’s the day I can say that I made it yeah
[Bridge: Kam Prada]

These Prada shades they cover my eyes
I see it clearly all I see is dollar signs
She found a new one so she playin' both sides
I couldn’t care less 'cuz I got money on my mind ah ah

[Chorus: Kam Prada]

Hop in that new Bentayga bitch I’m gone, vroom
I put my trust in these hunneds I don’t want, you
I fuck up these racks on fashion 'cuz I gots, to
I got heart eyes for these hunneds girl it's not, you
Hop in that new Bentayga bitch I’m gone, vroom
I put my trust in these hunneds I don’t want, you
I fuck up these racks on fashion 'cuz I gots, to
I got heart eyes for these hunneds girl it's not, you

[Verse 2: Rarin]

Bag chaser, book a jet need 'em quick flights to get mad paper
Mad strippers, got 'em running like a meet like I'll bring em back later
Trust the kid, I don’t need a 101, to go make a brick
Was the one, I could never trust a thot, with some ass or tits
Aye, tryna run up on some bands, bought a m4 coupe
Why shawty get mad at my hoes? Thought she just know what I do
Yeah, get mad at ya friends, I’m the one they blew
Give back to my fans they the ones I choose
[Bridge 2: Rarin]

Have I gone too too far too far
But I’m long gone long gone long gone
How do I feel so so far so far
I’m in my bag I feel great bitch

[Chorus: Kam Prada]

Hop in that new Bentayga bitch I’m gone, vroom
I put my trust in these hunneds I don’t want, you
I fuck up these racks on fashion 'cuz I gots, to
I got heart eyes for these hunneds girl it's not, you
Hop in that new Bentayga bitch I’m gone, vroom
I put my trust in these hunneds I don’t want, you
I fuck up these racks on fashion 'cuz I gots, to
I got heart eyes for these hunneds girl it's not, you

[Outro]

(Good evening, this is your captain speaking)
(We are currently cruising at an altitude of 3200 feet)
(If the weather cooperates, we should get a great view of the city as we descend)