Designer Hoes lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
Uh, oh, yeah, yeah
Uh, uh, oh, yeah, yeah
Uh, uh, oh, yeah, yeah

[Verse]
In in this b*tch and my wrist is on cold
Yeah, sitting right next to my bro
Yeah, and he still rolling up dope
We in the spot, PS5 on the floor
Yes, I spend the bands when I walk in the store
If she walk up to me, then I might f*ck your hoe
Skinny ass jeans holdin' racks in 'em, bro
b*tch, I'm still smokin' dope, no, I do not do coke
I'm fly, I'm dripped in a Rick Owens robe
I just walked in the spot threw some cash on the floor
Walked in the spot threw some cash on your hoe
I just walked in the store and bought Comme des Garçons
Damn, I think it's getting cold
Designer coats on these designer coats
Designer clothes on these designer clothes
Designer hoes on these designer hoes
Yes, I'm smoking designer dope
I just seen my homegirl rock out a show
I just had my main b*tch in the moshpit, bro
And now I'm in the spot, geeked up, drinking apple juice
I got a bad ass b*tch with a attitude
If she wanna pull up, I send her my latitude
b*tch, I'm going big on big, check my magnitude
b*tch, no, you cannot have my kids, what is wrong with you?
Ok, my diamonds, they sit on white gold
Ok, I just went and did my b*tch toes
Ok, I will never fold on my bros
Ok, I think I'm addicted to clothes
I'm in the [?] and I'm f*cking with K
I'm with the gang, lil b*tch, say "On gang"
I got blue hundreds, I don't got change
I'm addicted to money, ain't going insane
[Outro]
Yeah, yeah, on gang
Yeah, yeah, on gang
Yeah, yeah, on gang
Yeah, yeah, on gang
Yeah, yeah, on gang
Yeah, yeah, on gang
Yeah, yeah, on gang
Yeah, yeah, on gang