| I’m a mallwhore and my Pradas look like Tom Ford’s |
| Black leather gloves on, they hardcore |
| (Actually, bro, excuse me |
| You got these in silver? |
| Yeah, yeah |
| No, like, shit) |
| I’m a mallwhore and my Pradas look like Tom Ford |
| Black gloves on, yeah, I’m lookin' hardcore |
| Hitman, yeah, I’m rockin' with the dark lord |
| If you all for me, baby, then I’m all yours |
| Sometimes I don’t understand what it’s all for |
| But I understand when they see me then they all sore |
| Death knockin' on my door, that’s the front door |
| Dip out of the back door, hop into the black Porsche |
| Hop into the black Porsche, she say I should talk more |
| I can’t even talk more, you should check the scoreboard |
| Mallwhore, and my Pradas look like Tom Ford |
| Black gloves on, yeah, I’m lookin' hardcore |
| Walk in Neiman, yeah |
| Walk in Saks, yeah |
| Yeah, spend a rack, yeah |
| P-P-Prada backpack in the Fendi store, yeah |
| And you know we smell like weed in the Prada store |
| And you know we gettin' free shit in Fendi stores, yeah |
| Prada backpackin' in the Louis store |
| My girl said she need some shit too, I hit Dior |
| I’m still in the night, yeah, I’m out, yeah |
| (I'm still in the night, yeah, I’m out, yeah) |
| I know you see me winnin', allow it, uh |
| This Drain life, I’m about it |
| I’m the founder, yeah, I found it |
| Play the game, yeah, I foul it |
| Foul |