Azealia Banks – New Bottega (Prada-da) Lyrics

[feat. Torren Foot]

I’ma paint my whips maraschino ’cause I’m a f#ckin’ diva
Baby, I don’t rock Moschino, Versace, Valentino
Real Italiana mama, new Bottega, Prada-da

New Bottega, Prada-da x6

I like the Gucci, the Miu Miu, Missoni, new Cavalli
Vintage Armani, Ferragamo, Amor Milano
I put the boy in Galliano, now he’s a f#ckin’ model
I’ma make him famous, rename him
I’m icin’ out his chain and still grippin’ the stainless
Stay dangerous ’cause most of these n#ggas is brainless
Itty b#tch, you plain and Plain Jane-less, I gotta stay rich and famous
He-he-hello, ya nigga be f#ckin’ me in my Gucci stilettos
He be fingerin’ me, f#ckin’ me in my coupe Lamborghini
Get some bread out these niggas and then I poof like Houdini, uh

New Bottega, Prada-da x3

I say, “Hello,” into the void, the monster comes alive
Eating all the girls and boys she finds in the night time
Now they’re runnin’ for their lives
Runnin’ for their f#cking lives, yeah
I’ll chase them all night
Now, which way to turn?
Nowhere to hide as bombs fall out of the sky
I’ll survive the Third World War
Gettin’ high in a coal mine
Now I’m losing my mind, losing my mind

I’ma paint my whips maraschino ’cause I’m a f#ckin’ diva
Baby, I don’t rock Moschino, Versace, Valentino
Real Italiana mama, new Bottega, Prada-da

I’m a double D cup diva
I pounce down the runway like a cheetah
Cheetah, cheetah prints, I’m s#xy, so s#xy
Come pop this f#ckin’ cherry
I’m a double D cup diva
I pounce down the runway like a cheetah
Cheetah, cheetah prints, I’m s#xy, so se#y
Come pop this f#ckin’ cherry
Li-li-li-li-li-li-li-li-li-li-li-li-li-li-li-li-li-lick it right x2

I’ma paint my whips maraschino ’cause I’m a f#ckin’ legend