CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Devil Wears Prada
But I think you're kinda fine, you would look great in some Prada
I think I changed my mind
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh yeah)
Rockstar life
Yes, I got these waxed denims on me and I got some f**kin' racks in 'em, dawg
Yes, I'm in the back if you lookin' for me, I ain't tryna impress none of y'all
Yeah, and I got these bad b*t*hes on me, I ain't tryna shake none of 'em off
See, I'm tryna get a bag on me, baby, I ain't got no time to answer your calls
Popping thousand-dollar tags, lil' n***a, you can't find this sh*t I'm drippin' in the mall
And I hope that I don't crash 'cause I'm moving fast, I'm not tryna link with the stars
And we smoke designer gas with exotic women, n***a, we can't help who we are
Rockstar life and I might not make it, n***a, yeah, we havin' Glocks, not guitars
Rockstar life, why these b*t*hes always ask why I'm always breakin' they hearts
I think I lived twice
Never ever had to cap, yeah, I been this way from the start
No, I can't make you mine
But I think you're kinda fine, you would look great in some Prada
I can't escape my mind
Wake up every single day, and n***a, I get draped in designer
Think I changed my mind
No, I don't got time to play, baby, I be racing the clock
And I'm staying out late 'cause I know that soon I'ma see the sun
Yeah, and each and every single day we be on the move tryna get some money
And I'ma take that lil' b*t*h to the moon, tell her just relax, baby, it ain't nothing
And I swear it only took a day, made a couple racks but that's really nothin'
I done made this b*t*h my Ricky bae, if she want the Raf, n***a, it ain't nothin'
And I got 'em mad, think I got 'em mad but it ain't nothin' (Oh yeah)
Oh yeah, yeah
Yes, I got these waxed denims on me and I got some f**kin' racks in 'em, dawg
Yes, I'm in the back if you lookin' for me, I ain't tryna impress none of y'all
Yeah, and I got these bad b*t*hes on me, I ain't tryna shake none of 'em off
See, I'm tryna get a bag on me, baby, I ain't got no time to answer your calls
Popping thousand-dollar tags, lil' n***a, you can't find this sh*t I'm drippin' in the mall
And I hope that I don't crash 'cause I'm moving fast, I'm not tryna link with the stars
And we smoke designer gas with exotic women, n***a, we can't help who we are
Rockstar life and I might not make it, n***a, yeah, we havin' Glocks, not guitars
Rockstar life, why these b*t*hes always ask why I'm always breakin' they hearts
I think I lived twice
Never ever had to cap, yeah, I been this way from the start
No, I can't make you mine
But I think you're kinda fine, you would look great in some Prada
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Rockstar life
Rockstar life
I think I changed my mind
I think I changed my mind
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh yeah)
Rockstar life
Yes, I got these waxed denims on me and I got some f**kin' racks in 'em, dawg
Yes, I'm in the back if you lookin' for me, I ain't tryna impress none of y'all
Yeah, and I got these bad b*t*hes on me, I ain't tryna shake none of 'em off
See, I'm tryna get a bag on me, baby, I ain't got no time to answer your calls
Popping thousand-dollar tags, lil' n***a, you can't find this sh*t I'm drippin' in the mall
And I hope that I don't crash 'cause I'm moving fast, I'm not tryna link with the stars
And we smoke designer gas with exotic women, n***a, we can't help who we are
Rockstar life and I might not make it, n***a, yeah, we havin' Glocks, not guitars
Rockstar life, why these b*t*hes always ask why I'm always breakin' they hearts
I think I lived twice
Never ever had to cap, yeah, I been this way from the start
No, I can't make you mine
But I think you're kinda fine, you would look great in some Prada
I can't escape my mind
Wake up every single day, and n***a, I get draped in designer
Think I changed my mind
No, I don't got time to play, baby, I be racing the clock
And I'm staying out late 'cause I know that soon I'ma see the sun
Yeah, and each and every single day we be on the move tryna get some money
And I'ma take that lil' b*t*h to the moon, tell her just relax, baby, it ain't nothing
And I swear it only took a day, made a couple racks but that's really nothin'
I done made this b*t*h my Ricky bae, if she want the Raf, n***a, it ain't nothin'
And I got 'em mad, think I got 'em mad but it ain't nothin' (Oh yeah)
Oh yeah, yeah
Yes, I got these waxed denims on me and I got some f**kin' racks in 'em, dawg
Yes, I'm in the back if you lookin' for me, I ain't tryna impress none of y'all
Yeah, and I got these bad b*t*hes on me, I ain't tryna shake none of 'em off
See, I'm tryna get a bag on me, baby, I ain't got no time to answer your calls
Popping thousand-dollar tags, lil' n***a, you can't find this sh*t I'm drippin' in the mall
And I hope that I don't crash 'cause I'm moving fast, I'm not tryna link with the stars
And we smoke designer gas with exotic women, n***a, we can't help who we are
Rockstar life and I might not make it, n***a, yeah, we havin' Glocks, not guitars
Rockstar life, why these b*t*hes always ask why I'm always breakin' they hearts
I think I lived twice
Never ever had to cap, yeah, I been this way from the start
No, I can't make you mine
But I think you're kinda fine, you would look great in some Prada
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Rockstar life
Rockstar life
I think I changed my mind
