Designer lyrics

[Intro]
Oh my gosh, it’s Lil Tecca

[Chorus]
Ayy, Gucci, Fendi, lotta bands (Lotta bands)
Prada, Gamo, Hermes for my mans (For my mans)
Lotta designer holdin' up my pants (Up my pants)
Zara, Truey, Balmain for the glance, ayy
b*tch, I'm getting money
You can't take it from me (Take it from me)
b*tch, I'm getting money
Yeah, little b*tch, I'm getting money, ayy
b*tch, I'm getting money, ayy
You can’t take it from me
b*tch, I'm getting money
Yeah, little b*tch, I'm getting money, ayy

[Verse]
Ayy, Tecca Don going for the gold (For the gold)
Couple of thots, and we on the roll (Roll)
I don’t give a f*ck about you, I‘ma get it though
I just hope you know I’m Tecca from the f*cking O, ayy
Tecca double O, ayy
You will never know, ayy
It’s not my fault, I got these b*tches on the f*cking pole, ayy
They my bros, got hella bread and a lot of gold, ayy
All my n*ggas, with the sh*ts (sh*ts)
Red beams, get you walk like a thot b*tch (Thot b*tch)
It’s not my fault that we got guns and we got clips
Extended clip with FMJ, might light your block, b*tch
I know you know I’m Tecca, done with 50 mop, sh*t, ayy
[Chorus]
Ayy, Gucci, Fendi, lotta bands (Lotta bands)
Prada, Gamo, Hermes for my mans (For my mans)
Lotta designer holdin' up my pants (Up my pants)
Zara, Truey, Balmain for the glance, ayy
b*tch, I'm getting money
You can't take it from me (Take it from me)
b*tch, I'm getting money
Yeah, little b*tch, I'm getting money, ayy
b*tch, I'm getting money, ayy
You can’t take it from me
b*tch, I'm getting money
Yeah, little b*tch, I'm getting money, ayy

[Outro]
Ooh, esketit