Designer (feat. 404Vincent)
Dolce Gabbana, Fendi And Prada
I got the guap (yeah)
You ain't got nada
I wear a designer, that you desire
Said Imma blow and they called me a liar
Dolce Gabbana, Fendi And Prada
I got the guap (yeah)
You ain't got nada
I wear a designer, that you desire
Said Imma blow and they called me a liar
2020 going up
Huahwii finna be a star
Yeah I'm gonna have a milli before I can drive a car
They all saying congrats
I ain't even come far
And I swear this the year that I can stop popping bars
Alexander McQueen
She got balmain's her jeans
Mixed with off-white, Gucci, Louis, Supreme
It's too good to be true
Like I'm living a dream
Mix the Henny with Lean just to get self-esteem (yeah)
Tell me why, you wanna die
I've been there a couple of times but
If you try, you'll be alright
And I put that on my life girl
We can get high
Stay up all night
Talk about shit while we stare at the sky
Look me in my eyes
And say that you're fine
'Cause I can never say goodbye to you
Dolce Gabbana, Fendi And Prada
I got the guap (yeah)
You ain't got nada
I wear a designer, that you desire
Said Imma blow and they called me a liar
Dolce Gabbana, Fendi And Prada
I got the guap (yeah)
You ain't got nada
I wear a designer, that you desire
Said Imma blow and they called me a liar
Dolce Gabbana, Fendi and Prada
She looking good in it but I want nada
Said I'm an ass, and she got a lot of that
She see the cash, and then she gon holla back
Ooh she the star in the roof
Like ohh she tryna fuck in the Coup
That's true, texting my luck with the boof
We mix it with Molly then down it with Goose
You'll be fine, girl that's a promise
(You'll be Fiiiine)
She my new found flex, gonna put her in the designer
They ain't even see my best
But I know that they wanna
I need me a vest, 'cause I only take hits
Told her slide through the text if she tryna get dick
If you wanna bring a friend, call the Uber to the crib
Never settled for less, now they wanna see how we live
Dolce Gabbana, Fendi And Prada
I got the guap (yeah)
You ain't got nada
I wear a designer, that you desire
Said Imma blow and they called me a liar
Dolce Gabbana, Fendi And Prada
I got the guap (yeah)
You ain't got nada
I wear a designer, that you desire
Said Imma blow and they called me a liar
I got the guap (yeah)
You ain't got nada
I wear a designer, that you desire
Said Imma blow and they called me a liar
Dolce Gabbana, Fendi And Prada
I got the guap (yeah)
You ain't got nada
I wear a designer, that you desire
Said Imma blow and they called me a liar
2020 going up
Huahwii finna be a star
Yeah I'm gonna have a milli before I can drive a car
They all saying congrats
I ain't even come far
And I swear this the year that I can stop popping bars
Alexander McQueen
She got balmain's her jeans
Mixed with off-white, Gucci, Louis, Supreme
It's too good to be true
Like I'm living a dream
Mix the Henny with Lean just to get self-esteem (yeah)
Tell me why, you wanna die
I've been there a couple of times but
If you try, you'll be alright
And I put that on my life girl
We can get high
Stay up all night
Talk about shit while we stare at the sky
Look me in my eyes
And say that you're fine
'Cause I can never say goodbye to you
Dolce Gabbana, Fendi And Prada
I got the guap (yeah)
You ain't got nada
I wear a designer, that you desire
Said Imma blow and they called me a liar
Dolce Gabbana, Fendi And Prada
I got the guap (yeah)
You ain't got nada
I wear a designer, that you desire
Said Imma blow and they called me a liar
Dolce Gabbana, Fendi and Prada
She looking good in it but I want nada
Said I'm an ass, and she got a lot of that
She see the cash, and then she gon holla back
Ooh she the star in the roof
Like ohh she tryna fuck in the Coup
That's true, texting my luck with the boof
We mix it with Molly then down it with Goose
You'll be fine, girl that's a promise
(You'll be Fiiiine)
She my new found flex, gonna put her in the designer
They ain't even see my best
But I know that they wanna
I need me a vest, 'cause I only take hits
Told her slide through the text if she tryna get dick
If you wanna bring a friend, call the Uber to the crib
Never settled for less, now they wanna see how we live
Dolce Gabbana, Fendi And Prada
I got the guap (yeah)
You ain't got nada
I wear a designer, that you desire
Said Imma blow and they called me a liar
Dolce Gabbana, Fendi And Prada
I got the guap (yeah)
You ain't got nada
I wear a designer, that you desire
Said Imma blow and they called me a liar
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Writer(s): Ben Bauman, Scott Riggan
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