Designer lyrics

[Intro]
What you gon' tell me that I haven't heard?

[Chorus]
I just ran a check on designer
When I'm with your b*tch, you won't find her
Came up, guess I got good timing
When you with your girl, she be silent
When I'm with your b*tch, she be screaming
f*cked up a check at the Neiman's
Bruce Lee, the way that I beat it
pus*y n*ggas, I don't step in no weak sh*t
VV's, my neck, it be glistening all
Don't bring your bih 'round me, I don't got no flaw
I-I spent a check on designer
When I'm with your b*tch, you won't find her
Came up, I guess it's my time in
When you with your girl, shе be silent
When I'm with your b*tch, shе be screaming
f*cked up a check at the Neiman's
Like, I don't got no flaws
Young and I'm rich but I don't got a job
Can't even swim but I hopped on a yacht
They counted me out, I said, "f*ck what you thought"

[Verse]
f*ck what you thought, f*ck what you think
Faygo and wok, it's mud in my drink
Yeah, Faygo and lean, boy, you n*ggas green
Can't f*ck with the gang, can't f*ck with the team
Chopper to his face, I turn to him to vegetables
Smoking my dough and I'm eating my edibles
Your squad, can't f*ck with the gang
We trappin' on medicals
I f*cked the b*tch and put her on a pedestal
Ayy, I got designer on me, I got some fighter in me
Ayy, I got designer on me, I got some fighter in me
What you made last week, in a day
We ball out, I was just tryna save
Cold world, gotta pay for your own grave
I act up, little boy, you better behave
Put her on shots, like AND1
Young rich n*gga, I am one (Yeah)
Shawty wanna f*ck 'cause I'm handsome (Yeah)
n*ggas talk tough with a handgun (Yeah)
Tryna save up, get a mansion
I have sh*t, now I got some (Got some)
New boy on the block, new boy with a Glock
All black fit like Gotham
I got a bad ho, put on my roster
My n*ggas aligning, it gon' smoke like a rasta
I went from a bike, now I pull up my Honda
This new b*tch, she boujee, she want Benihana
I ain't gon' buy no lil' bih no Benihana
I just left the Sak's with my new Prada runners
My blood really red, yeah, I die for them gunners
They say it's more likely to die in the summer
But, ay, I ain't gon' die in the summer
[Chorus]
I-I just ran a check on designer
When I'm with your b*tch, you won't find her
Came up, guess I got good timing
When you with your girl, she be silent
When I'm with your b*tch, she be screaming
f*cked up a check at the Nieman's
Bruce Lee, the way that I beat it
pus*y n*ggas, I don't step in no weak sh*t
VVS, my neck, it glistening all
Don't bring your bih 'round me, I don't got no flaw
I-I spent a check on designer
When I'm with your b*tch, you won't find her
Came up, I guess it's my time in
When you with your girl, she be silent
When I'm with your b*tch, she be screaming
f*cked up a check at the Nieman's
Like, I don't got no flaws
Young and I'm rich but I don't got a job
Can't even swim but I hopped on a yacht
They counted me out, I said, "f*ck what you thought"