Bottega Veneta Lyrics

Woke up brand new Prada bae

I just text my ex bitch "what you gotta say"

She said "boy you know I was tryna go make a statement"

I said "bitch you know you can never find a replacement"

Red or blue pill, a nigga been in The Matrix

On the gram still, a nigga don't even take pics

I been in the field, I'm balling out with the greats bitch or I been on the pavement

She want Chane'-ne', Dio'-o

I'm only doing Snapchat

Best not go ghost

You wilding on the gram still I saw your post 

You got a new man then I'm like oh no

And if you feeling me how I'm feeling you

Should never be a situation 'bout the things we do 

I'm tryna have a conversation between me and you 

And every time you call me up I gotta see it through, see it through, oh 

I see you come my way 

You don't got time to play

I ain't got time to waste

I been alone to long

Hoping you call my phone

I got to keep it strong

Or I'll be on my own 

Yeah

100 racks in the back of the Maybach, uh 

Shorty said that she love me she came back, uh 

Girl I can't be your hubby now bag back, uh 

I got some weight on my shoulders no backpack, uh

I'm downtown, I'm wilding with my diamonds 

I got a bad bitch wilding for my time, and-

I'm tryna get signed off of my talent

Uh, uh, uh, uh

I see you come my way 

You don't got time to waste

I been alone to long

Hoping you call my phone

I got to keep it strong

Or I'll be on my own 

On my own

On my own

On my own

On my own 

On my own 

On my own

On my own