This is a song about "Gucci louis vuitton prada burberry balenciaga money"

Fuck prada, the devil wears a school uniform

So i’m warning , don’t you love me for too long

I got something you've been waiting for

Chanel louis prada what a mixture

Out off gucci seats with heat that a make ya luie leave.

Pushing keys like them niggas that were banging on the keys

After her mental adventure from the gas smoke out the pouch

Pop a squat sitting on a gucci couch

Something worth dying for

God has blessed her, prada dresser

Music is money, money isn't music

I ain't worried bout shitbitch i'm the shit

Baby you like saying my name the most on your gucci bag and more

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men

I ain't fucking mexican, but we can have sex again