Rockin' Designer Songtext

Yeah, fly out a ten and pop me a ten
I already came, I'm coming again
Got too much money to argue with men
I pay a young nigga to shoot up his Benz
Pay a young nigga to handle the dirt
I know he young but he don't got a Nerf
I be too busy, I'm putting in work
Runnin' it up while I'm still on the earth, huh, yeah
Roll up exotics, ain't smokin' a reggie
I'm deep in the fashion, I fuck with it heavy
I'm dripping Balenci, Bottega Veneti, uh
I'm on the red carpet, I'm posing for Getty
I got your ho slurpin' my dick like spaghetti
She ain't even cute, I just fuck 'cause I'm petty, uh
She classy to you, but to me, she a eater
And I'm like a chef how the way I'ma feed her
I'm hittin' that ho out the park like I'm Jeter, uh
It's never a budget, my pockets on Peter
She shakin' that ass like she havin' a seizure Girl, bring that ass over, I'm tryna go deeper

Rockin' designer, I feel like I'm him, yeah
Ballin' on niggas, I'm breakin' the rim, yeah
I got a diamond on all of my limbs, yeah
I'm on the country, they know who I am, yeah
'Fore I walked into this bitch, it was dim, okay
'Fore I walked into this bitch, it was dark, okay
Put on my chains, I feel like a star, okay
Like I'm a lawyer, I geek off a bar, whoa