Designer

I'm in the club with a bottle of bub
Make it rain in here, that's a cash-scade
My jacket suede, we gettin' paid
Ain't bowin' down to no lame brigade
I ain't throwin' shade, but ain't sayin' names
No time for games, no time for play
Bitch, out the way, ain't trynna stay
It's a bad day if you're trynna fray
All that Goyard, let em' criss-cross
Audemars on my wrist let that shit floss
She the baddest one, she take her top off
All that Goyard, let em' criss-cross
Draped in that Gucci
I got a couple hundred thousand on my neck and on my wrist, shawty
They see me in that Louie
Had a lot of friends, then they went and flipped on me
I be rocking that designer
Designer, designer, designer, designer, I promise you I'm not no panda
I be rocking that designer
Designer, designer, designer, designer, I promise you I'm not no panda
I got a couple hundred thousand on my neck and on my wrist, shawty
Had a lot of friends, then they went and flipped on me
Had to get some ins
Don't work can't eat, that's just the script, homie
But now you see all of this drip on me
These bad bitches just wanna sit on it
Designer, designer, designer, designer, I promise you I'm not no panda
I'm just young, black, rich and handsome
And she love me because of my fashion
You know, Patek Phillippe shit, shopping at Neemics
I wear what I want, it don't matter the season
She gonna fuck if she want, it don't matter the reason
I swear the designer just make it to easy
Draped in that Gucci
I got a couple hundred thousand on my neck and on my wrist, shawty
They see me in that Louie
Had a lot of friends, then they went and flipped on me
I be rocking that designer
Designer, designer, designer, designer, I promise you I'm not no panda
I be rocking that designer
Designer, designer, designer, designer, I promise you I'm not no panda



Credits
Writer(s): Robert Bills, Dave Patman
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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