Nada

Haha
You know, uh

I wear Prada, Balenciaga
I party when I wanna
And she can't tell me nada
No, she can't tell me nada
All I heard was, "Blah-blah-blah-blah
Blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah"
No, she can't tell me nada (Ayy)
No, she can't tell me nada (Ayy, ayy, ayy, she can't tell me shit)

Now what they gon' say about this?
Half a million on my left wrist, it's stainless, not a list
Too much feeling, now she got a lisp
But she feeling insane when she sucking on this— haha
I'm having too much motion
What they put in Casa', that's a cold, cold potion
Sign another deal, now we champagne toasting
Doors open, Hy-Vee, so Oakland
Jacket fresh off the YSL runway
You can't get this, it was really only one made
Hit her on Friday, forgot her by Sunday
She text, "I need to grow up," I text her back, "One day"

I wear Prada, Balenciaga
I party when I wanna
And she can't tell me nada
No, she can't tell me nada
All I heard was, "Blah-blah-blah-blah
Blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah"
No, she can't tell me nada (You know)
No, she can't tell me nada (Ayy, ayy, ayy, she can't tell me shit)

Uh, I leave a New York nine on red
If she ain't a goth goddess, I'll turn down head
Met her at the Ned, now I got her legs spread
When we done, the mattress halfway off the bed
Super fly, not a plane, not a bird
Drink 'til I can't remember what occurred
Know I've got a reputation, sure you've heard
Million dollar dick, should probably get it insured
Acting like a nerd
Sent a six-minute voice memo, are you absurd?
Now listen to that shit I put on do not disturb
Now she can't tell me nada, not a word (Hey)

I wear Prada, Balenciaga
I party when I wanna (Uh-uh)
And she can't tell me nada (Here we go)
No, she can't tell me nada (Can you not?)
All I heard was, "Blah-blah-blah-blah (Blah-blah)
Blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah" (Blah-blah)
No, she can't tell me nada (Blah-blah)
No, she can't tell me nada