Qveen Herby – Prada or Nada Lyrics

Qveen Herby Prada or Nada Lyrics

“Boo!”
What?
What was that?
Did you hear that?

Out here breakin’ hearts
Lookin’ like a young Madonna
Bitch, I’m off the charts
And I’m only gettin’ hotter
If you want my love
Then that shit is gonna cost ya
I demand my worth
And it’s Prada or nada

They love to see when a bad bitch come up
Fresh on the scene, but I’m no newcomer
Just counting up what I did last summer
Not a pop star, I’m an entrepreneur
(Oh, oh) They trynna sell you a lie like
(Oh, oh) “Turn thirty-five then you die,” like
(Oh, oh) I’m in my prime taking time
That’s my sugar daddy on the other line
Name a bitch that do it like me
I’ll wait, but I get feisty (I’ll wait)
Big star and I burn brightly (So bright)
Melt hoes in my way, ice cream (Melt, melt, melt)
Scoot over, let a bitch come through (Come through)
Big talent, but a bitch been knew (Been knew)
If I ever wanna get more views (What?)
Call a surgeon and I’ll get fake boobs (Boobs)

I’m a bad girl, huh
Now he wanna know what the bad girls want
Wanna have some fun
And we love it when he pay the fees up front
Birkin on the table
Better be alligator
Better be full of paper
Otherwise, we ain’t fuckin’ with you

Out here breakin’ hearts
Lookin’ like a young Madonna
Bitch I’m off the charts
And I’m only gettin’ hotter
If you want my love
Then that shit is gonna cost ya
I demand my worth
And it’s Prada or nada

They hate to see when a bitch don’t listen (Ooh)
Never upgrade, never get no mission (Woo)
They be so afraid, live a lie to fit in
New surgery, got the girls nitpicking, yeah
(Oh, oh) I know we love her physique and… (We love it)
(Oh, oh) We love material things, but… (We love it)
(Oh, oh) We want her mind to be chic (That’s right)
Self aware, it’s what the vibes gotta be (Ooh)
Otherwise it’s a little frightening
Get rich, but you’re not rising
It’s what I mean when I want nice things
Not right? Then I’m not signing

I’m a bad girl, huh?
Now he wanna know what the bad girls want
Some experience
Even better if he got a Capricorn sun
Birkin on the table
Better be alligator (Better be…)
Better be full of paper
Otherwise, we ain’t fuckin’ with you
Birkin on the table
Better be alligator (That’s what I’m talking about)
Better be full of paper
Otherwise, we ain’t fuckin’ with you

Out here breakin’ hearts
Lookin’ like a young Madonna
Bitch, I’m off the charts
And I’m only gettin’ hotter
If you want my love
Then that shit is gonna cost ya
I demand my worth
And it’s Prada or nada

(Ooh), Prada or nada
(Ooh), Prada or nada
(Ooh), Prada or nada
Prada or nada