Oh, oh, oh, oh
Uh, uh
I don't need a Prada
I don't need a BMW
Just need my brothers
Just need a true
Oh, oh, oh, oh
I don't need a Prada
I don't need a BMW
Just need my brothers
Just me and the troop
This game like the wild west
Are you dressed for a play?
Is it rappers or clowns?
Depends who step on the stage
Everybody wanting a million
That's what they say
But a milion in the bank
Can't fit everybody
Inside booth
Everything smells like sweat
Designer cologne mixed wuth women on my breath
It gets too crowded when it's both of us here
Cashing my cargos, I double it this year
I-I-I love this life
I love this game (hope you feel it)
Remember the name (hope you feel it)
Quality is (hope you feel it)
Quality is (hope you feel it)
(Hope you feel it, hope you feel it)
(Hope you feel it, hope you feel it)
I don't need a Prada
I don't need a BMW
Just need my brothers
Just me and the troop
I don't need a Prada
I don't need a BMW
Just need my brothers
Verse two and four?
I'm the boss of the music, hear me?
Oh, cold, wild, boy
But my soul too dark, clearly
Oh, I'm so high, damn
Like the Golden days
Like the streets need a soundtrack
They need a ney wave
I just want the biggest piece, man
Better yet, give me a whole damn bag
My-my-my color today is military, strictly military
Flight in na hour, got to add more zeros, more than a milli'
I love every city, love bringing style to the scene
I live for this shit, stand on it, military geen
I don't need a Prada
I don't need a BMW
Just need my brothers
Just me and the troop
I don't need a Prada
I don't need a BMW
Just need my brothers