Designer Hearts
No matter what I'm still gone get my plate
Alexander McQueen with the B.A.P.E
Grip her from the back, make her scream
Fuck Alexander Wang, this McQueen
She keep checking out my waist, that's B.B
Simmons, that's on me
Aye, get it, get this cream
Okay, get it, get this cream
Okay, spinning bins, spinning Benz, spinning bins, spinning Benz
Spinning bins, with all my friends
If you miss that nigga, gotta spin again
Knew I was a demon since like 2010
Free my cuzzo Leon that's my fucking kin
Split his brains, with no aim
Close range, close range
Cha-ching, that's what I bang
And I don't got no fucking gang
Taking up two lanes in that new thing with my boo thing
Shawty got mood swings
Cause I'm digging her out
Running up these bands tryna fit it in the house
Running up these bands trying to stuff it in the couch
They said feds trying to sweep so we clearing it out
Clear it out, clear it out, clear it out
Clear it out, clear it out, clear it out
No matter what I'm still gone get my plate
Alexander McQueen with the B.A.P.E
Grip her from the back, make her scream
Fuck Alexander Wang, this McQueen
She keep checking out my waist, that's B.B
Simmons, that's on me
Aye, get it, get this cream
Okay, get it, get this cream
Alexander McQueen with the B.A.P.E
Grip her from the back, make her scream
Fuck Alexander Wang, this McQueen
She keep checking out my waist, that's B.B
Simmons, that's on me
Aye, get it, get this cream
Okay, get it, get this cream
Okay, spinning bins, spinning Benz, spinning bins, spinning Benz
Spinning bins, with all my friends
If you miss that nigga, gotta spin again
Knew I was a demon since like 2010
Free my cuzzo Leon that's my fucking kin
Split his brains, with no aim
Close range, close range
Cha-ching, that's what I bang
And I don't got no fucking gang
Taking up two lanes in that new thing with my boo thing
Shawty got mood swings
Cause I'm digging her out
Running up these bands tryna fit it in the house
Running up these bands trying to stuff it in the couch
They said feds trying to sweep so we clearing it out
Clear it out, clear it out, clear it out
Clear it out, clear it out, clear it out
No matter what I'm still gone get my plate
Alexander McQueen with the B.A.P.E
Grip her from the back, make her scream
Fuck Alexander Wang, this McQueen
She keep checking out my waist, that's B.B
Simmons, that's on me
Aye, get it, get this cream
Okay, get it, get this cream
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Writer(s): Lazarus Quinn
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