​Don’t Touch lyrics

[Intro]
Le-Le-Leesta

[Chorus]
Eighty racks worth of clothes in my closet
I don't even have a deal
I can’t explain how this cashmere feel
Tracy pulled up in some brand new wheels
Don't touch, don't touch, don’t touch
I got a di*k, I'm not a virgin, I'ma bust
Don't touch, don't touch, don't touch
I'ma say it one more time, don't touch (Touch)

[Verse]
I f*cked a Christian b*tch, I made her cuss (Oh my God)
Christian Dior bag, I don’t think you can afford that
n*gga I’m dripping, I survived the flood
I swear she got a porn ass, I might have to record that
Yeah, these VVS's, yeah, they glistenin’
Yeah, my GPS is to your b*tch crib
Shout out to my ex, I wouldn't be sh*t
If you didn't break my heart and make me a demon
(Thank you, lil' b*tch)
Let’s just get it straight, all my b*tches bi (Straight up)
All these n*ggas hatin', ay-ay-ay-ay-ay (Ay-ay-ay)
All these b*tches waitin' for me to save their life
I can't do that unless you change my mind (Okay)
I think I'm Paris Hilton, let's go shopping
I don't drink no Hennessy, I drink Sake
I swear I love brain, I'm a zombie
Keep my eye on these n*ggas, I'm Illuminati
[Chorus]
Eighty racks worth of clothes in my closet
I don't even have a deal
I can't explain how this cashmere feel
Tracy pulled up in some brand new wheels
Don't touch, don't touch, don't touch
I got a di*k, I'm not a virgin, I'ma bust
Don't touch, don't touch, don't touch
I'ma say it one more time, don't touch