Rich The Kid - Designer lyrics
Look at your lil' b**h a** Haha (Zay T, hold on) I, I could see, I could see the motherf**in' hate through your motherf**in' eyes, boy (yeah, Lil Pump) Don't wanna look at your eyes when I talk to you (huh, yeah) I know you a hater (yeah, huh, brr) I could see your whole motherf**in' future (yeah, Lil Pump) I'ma, let me, I'm finna tell you what you gonna be (yeah, huh, brr, yeah) sh** (yeah, yeah) You ain't got sh** (yeah) You ain't gon' never have sh**, you ain't gon' be sh** God told me you gon' be sh** Ayy, I got fast cars, bad b**hes and designer clothes Couple thousand on my wrist and my neck is on froze Spanish b**hes bu*t naked and they t**n' on the stove Too much racks in my pocket that my wallet can't fold I got fast cars, bad b**hes and designer clothes I got fast cars, bad b**hes and designer clothes Couple thousand on my wrist and my neck is on froze Too much racks in my pocket that my wallet can't fold Drive the 'Rari off the lot, f** my wrist up with the pot b**h, this sh** will never stop (brr), presidential on the clock Couple hoes up on a yacht, I can not f** with the opps b**h, I made it to the top, go to cla**, I'm on the drop, ayy Went to the gun store and I bought a rocket (ooh) One million dollars, cash hangin' out my pocket (damn) All these diamonds drippin' on me, feelin' like a water faucet Broke n***as hatin' on me, man, this sh** need to stop it Lil Pump the freshest n***a comin' out my city Hit AOD's and I'm blowin' straight fifties (brr) In the kitchen whippin' Whitney, sippin' lean, I lost my kidney Ain't nobody f**in' with me off the Xan, I squeeze a titty, ayy Dropped out of school, hopped in a private jet (brr) b**h, I'm off the lean, I can't pop no Percocet (no) I got more money than your father, you can't be upset I'm worth a couple millions, b**h, you know I love to flex I got fast cars, bad b**hes and designer clothes Couple thousand on my wrist and my neck is on froze Spanish b**hes bu*t naked and they t**n' on the stove Too much racks in my pocket that my wallet can't fold I got fast cars, bad b**hes and designer clothes I got fast cars, bad b**hes and designer clothes Couple thousand on my wrist and my neck is on froze Too much racks in my pocket that my wallet can't fold All that f**in' talkin', you gon' make me hop out (hop out) If you not talkin' money, you gon' make me walk out (walk out) I tote real guns, I don't bring no prop out (props) You can't go to war with me and try to cop out (cop) I run over all my b**hes and they still love me (gang) I break bread with all my n***as, they'll k** for me (grr) Grandma told me pull my britches up, I'm still thuggin' (grr) I been crossed, had to cut off some of my real cousins (gang gang) All this money I spent on a jet, coulda bought you and you and you (you) All this money I spent on my neck, coulda sent you and you to school (school) I got a house bigger than Elvis, got some foreign cars too (too) Rest in peace Mr. Hugh Hef', I f** p**n stars too (too) Ouu Gang gang gang, ouu, yeah Ayy, ayy, ayy, Zaytoven, huh Run that, run that motherf**in' hook back, ha Me, me, me, me and Pump just cooked that, ooh, yeah Ayy, I got fast cars, bad b**hes and designer clothes Couple thousand on my wrist and my neck is on froze Spanish b**hes bu*t naked and they t**n' on the stove Too much racks in my pocket that my wallet can't fold I got fast cars, bad b**hes and designer clothes I got fast cars, bad b**hes and designer clothes Couple thousand on my wrist and my neck is on froze Too much racks in my pocket that my wallet can't fold Hey! Break the brick, I shipped it, wrapped it in Saran (break it down) Ouu, all my n***as trappin' (trap), we ain't have a plan (Rich!) Ayy, plug walk on that p**y 'cause your b**h a fan (plug walk, lil' b**h) Ouu, you ain't got no money, go and get some bands (go get some bands) Ayy, racin' Little Pump, I just pulled out the Lamb (skrrt, skrrt) Huh, I got the blue chips (blue chips) Zay told me don't take her to Ruth Chris (huh) I'm droppin' her off, she a groupie (groupie) Don't worry, my shooters they shootin' (grra) I got fast cars (cars) Foreign broad, superstar (foreign) This a push start (push) She wake up, eat the dick up, a Pop-Tart (like a Pop-Tart) Ouu, I gotta flex on 'em Young n***a walk around with a check on 'em (check) 'Rari, not the Jag (Jag) Pinky ring a bag (what) I got fast cars (cars) Speed racer, it's a NASCAR (a NASCAR) Ayy, Bentley off the lot, I do the dash, boy (I do the dash, boy) Ouu, boy your mixtape, throw that in the trash, boy (in the trash, boy) I just f**ed your b**h because she asked for it (Rich!) Ayy, I got fast cars, bad b**hes and designer clothes Couple thousand on my wrist and my neck is on froze Spanish b**hes bu*t naked and they t**n' on the stove Too much racks in my pocket that my wallet can't fold I got fast cars, bad b**hes and designer clothes I got fast cars, bad b**hes and designer clothes Couple thousand on my wrist and my neck is on froze Too much racks in my pocket that my wallet can't fold