text: Im a mallwhore and my Pradas look like Tom Ford’s
  Black leather gloves on, they hardcore
  (Actually, bro, excuse me
  You got these in silver?
  Yeah, yeah
  No, like, shit)
  Im a mallwhore and my Pradas look like Tom Ford
  Black gloves on, yeah, Im lookin’ hardcore
  Hitman, yeah, Im rockin with the dark lord
  If you all for me, baby, then Im all yours
  Sometimes I dont understand what its all for
  But I understand when they see me then they all sore
  Death knockin on my door, thats the front door
  Dip out of the back door, hop into the black Porsche
  Hop into the black Porsche, she say I should talk more
  I can’t even talk more, you should check the scoreboard
  Mallwhore, and my Pradas look like Tom Ford
  Black gloves on, yeah, I’m lookin hardcore
  Walk in Neiman, yeah
  Walk in Saks, yeah
  Yeah, spend a rack, yeah
  P-P-Prada backpack in the Fendi store, yeah
  And you know we smell like weed in the Prada store
  And you know we gettin’ free shit in Fendi stores, yeah
  Prada backpackin in the Louis store
  My girl said she need some shit too, I hit Dior
  Im still in the night, yeah, Im out, yeah
  I know you see me winnin, allow it, uh
  This Drain life, Im about it
  Im the founder, yeah, I found it
  Play the game, yeah, I foul it
  Foul