Designer Junkie lyrics

[Verse 1: YFN Lucci]
Uh, I got my foot in, huh
I know I'm piped up, huh
I got a Richard Mille, huh
I feel like Richard Porter, huh
What a hell of a feeling, huh
You wouldn't understand it
These n*ggas wouldn't understand it

[Chorus: YFN Lucci]
Hey, I'm a designer junkie
I'm a designer junkie
I'm a designer junkie
I'm a designer junkie
I'm in a space coupe
All of my cars foreign
I got a new boo
All of my broads foreign
Hey, I'm a designer junkie
I'm a designer junkie
I'm a designer junkie
I'm a designer junkie
I'm in a space coupe
All of my cars foreign
I got a new boo
All of my broads foreign
Hey, I'm a designer junkie
[Verse 2: YFN Lucci]
I just want Prada, I just want Fendi
I just bought a Bentley, put a paper tag on it
Cliffside, drop a bag on it
I'm a pimp with my cat holder
I know the money add up
Build a b*tch up
Put another ass on her
Put a Chanel bag on her
Put a b*tch in a Maybach coupe, yeah
I'ma have to add [?]
b*tch say I'm doo-doo
b*tch, I like my money blue
And my b*tch like b*tches too
And my b*tch like christian too
And my b*tch likes Christian Dior
Christian, Louis
Expensive bags
Expensive shoes

[Chorus: YFN Lucci]
Hey, I'm a designer junkie
I'm a designer junkie
I'm a designer junkie
I'm a designer junkie
I'm in a space coupe
All of my cars foreign
I got a new boo
All of my broads foreign
Hey, I'm a designer junkie
I'm a designer junkie
I'm a designer junkie
I'm a designer junkie
I'm in a space coupe
All of my cars foreign
I got a new boo
All of my broads foreign
Hey, I'm a designer junkie
[Verse 3: Bankroll Freddie]
I fell in love with Dior (Dior)
I put Chanel on my whore (Chanel)
Versace rugs on my floor (Versace)
Cartier diamonds galore (Designer)
And I know you ain't got these
These are one-on-one (One-on-one)
Jacket by Louis Vuitton (Louis)
Burberry [?] don (Don)
Run up that bag for my son (Run it up)
I'm finna have a lil' daughter
One thing's for sure
I'ma spoil her (She spoiled)
Diaper bag, Gucci or Prada? (Gucci)
Money, I got a whole lotta
Yeah, yeah
Got a whole lotta
Run up the muh'f*ckin' comas (Run it up)
New Birkin bag for my momma

[Chorus: YFN Lucci]
Hey, I'm a designer junkie
I'm a designer junkie
I'm a designer junkie
I'm a designer junkie
I'm in a space coupe
All of my cars foreign
I got a new boo
All of my broads foreign
Hey, I'm a designer junkie
I'm a designer junkie
I'm a designer junkie
I'm a designer junkie
I'm in a space coupe
All of my cars foreign
I got a new boo
All of my broads foreign
Hey, I'm a designer junkie