Designer

This is the end of me

Oh, me

Gang

And I let it be, 150 Rock block shit, man

L's

Uh

Niggas know I been doing this designer shit, man

All these Trueys, Robins, Fendi, Louis, Gucci, all that shit, man

Uh

Gang

This Gucci, this Louis, these Fendi

These Robin, Givenchy and Truey fits

That Prada, Versace, Bali and Armani what am I gonna do with it?

What am I gonna do with it?

All these hundreds, these fifties, these

Twenties add up 'til I count me a million

Racks, racks

All these hundreds, these fifties, these

Twenties add up 'til I count me a million

'Til I count me a million

Put me down with Gucci, they all look

Designer, I don't know the difference

Uh

Look, I forgot what I spent on it

I'm from Chiraq but my belt is from Italy

My belt is from Italy

All these hundreds, these fifties, these

Twenties add up 'til I count me a million

Ballin' like I'm Kobe

All these hundreds, these fifties, these

Twenties add up 'til I count me a million

All these hundreds that's on me ain't close

To that much but it feel like a million

Ran it up through Chiraq and the bitch

With me black but her hair is Brazilian

Smoking loud, sipping Act, and lil'

Bro got the MAC and lil' bro on attack

Gang

Better watch how you act 'cause the MAC

Could go blah and it can't bring you back

Now it's after the fact, put the MAC

In the trap while we smoke and relax

Gang, roll up

While I thumb through these racks, man

I just put a stack on the belt and the hat

Damn

Never thought I'd see the day I go from state to

State and not fuck all these hoes on the way

Never thought I'd be that nigga every time

I step out I got all these hoes in my face

But fuck all these bitches

All I know is get these dinners and flex and stay real with my niggas

Do it for my niggas

Masked and getting money but believe

His finger's still on the trigger

Gotta get this money 'cause the ops ain't there

Yet but they always gonna be bunkin' by me

And that ain't nothing funny, that's why I keep this tech '

Cause niggas ain't never gonna get nothing from me

Huh?

This Gucci, this Louis, this Fendi

These Robin, Givenchy and Truey fits

That Prada, Versace, Bali and Armani what am I gonna do with it?

What am I gonna do with it?

All these hundreds, these fifties, these

Twenties add up 'til I count me a million

Racks, racks

All these hundreds, these fifties, these

Twenties add up 'til I count me a million

'Til I count me a million

Put me down with Gucci, they all look

Designer, I don't know the difference

Uh

I forgot what I spent on it

I'm from Chiraq but my belt is from Italy

My belt is from Italy

All these hundreds, these fifties, these

Twenties add up 'til I count me a million

'Til I count me a million

All these hundreds, these fifties, these

Twenties add up 'til I count me a million

Shooter shout out to 30 and shout out

To Simi, I can't tell the difference

I see these little niggers sneak dissing on Twitter and shit but I

Still ain't gonna mention them, 'cause my shorties they itching to

Put on their block and just empty them hunters to clips in them

I be all out the way out of state so these

Local niggers don't take much to get to them

I be all in my city in Louis and Phene's

Just giving them all of my Benjamins

These niggers pretending they really ain't getting

No money, they really ain't with the shits

I be up on the block, there's name out the

Rock while the molly tote 50 and 60 clips

To my big broski Chop, when he touch one of them

Block it's a party so line up a bitch for him

These niggers is bitches, they snakes and they

Fakes and they leeches so I don't got shit for them

They come up in the streets but grew up to be

Jakes and be preachers that give niggers sentences

So I be smoking reefer, chilling, sipping

Counting digits missing all of my niggers

While these hundreds, these fifties, these twenties

Keep adding, and G's like I count up a milli

Huh?

This Gucci, this Louis, this Fendi

This Robin, Givenchy and Truey fits

That Prada, Versace, Bali and Armani what am I gonna do with it?

What am I gonna do with it?

All these hundreds, these fifties, these

Twenties add up 'til I count me a million

Racks, racks

All these hundreds, these fifties, these

Twenties add up 'til I count me a million

Put me down with Gucci, they all look

Designer, I don't know the difference

Uh

I forgot what I spent on it

I'm from Chiraq but my belt is from Italy

My belt is from Italy

All these hundreds, these fifties, these

Twenties add up 'til I count me a million

'Til I count me a million

All these hundreds, these fifties, these

Twenties add up 'til I count me a million