I'm the Prada
I'm the Dalla
While you bitches dollaramma
I don't want no dramarama
When I pull up to your house
You'll stay underground
Six feet, you're gonna drown
You bitches "Queen of rap"
But you ain't got a crown
You bitches got no rhythm and you got no flow
Got no punchline, like a comedy show
Meanwhile I stay in my big chateau
While you're on the street corner working, being a hoe
My songs top the charts, they're a plateau
And your tunes are flop, so they make no dough
You wish you could reverse, like it was UNO
It ain't life swap, it's the Dalla Show
Love it when it's not my name
Hate it when I'm on display
Fake hoes with their fake fame
Dancing when nobody came
I keep it cute and real
Ain't got something nice to say
Keep your mouth mute, squeal
And that's why my name is Dalla
Dalla, Prada
Dalla Dalla Dalla, Prada
Dalla, Prada
Dalla Dalla Dalla, Prada
Was CPC's first lady, uh, that's right
Back when I saw no promo or support on my sight
It was barely there, had to do it all by myself
Three number ones, but still left on the shelf
I ain't no elf, but I got surprises and gifts
Entendres, metaphors, spitting like I'm throwing some fits
I might be blonde but I'm not dumb
I can be smarter than a washed up bitch
That barks and there's no bite
She needs some silicone
I said what I said, but I'm definitely not done
Peach body season, me and my girls we looking cunt
Shooters on shooters, but don't trip and fall
It's the Dalla Game, that you already lost
Love it when it's not my name
Hate it when I'm on display
Fake hoes with their fake fame
Dancing when nobody came (Yeah, yeah)
I keep it cute and real
Ain't got something nice to say
Keep your mouth mute, squeal (Shut up)
And that's why my name is Dalla
Dalla, Prada (Ah)
Dalla Dalla Dalla, Prada
Dalla, Prada (Yeah)
Dalla Dalla Dalla, Prada
Wetter than Niagara
Body looking like a sauna
I manage myself, Queen like Cleopatra
All these comments under me, looking very small
Hate left and right, someone give them Viagra
Show after show, very booked and busy
Hoes be acting brave, texting my man Teehee
I wonder if they know that we ain't doing charity
The homeless shelter at the corner, go have a FEFE (Keke)
Dalla, Prada (Ay)
Dalla Dalla Dalla, Prada (Woo, woo)
Dalla, Prada (Uh)
Dalla Dalla Dalla, Prada