Designer Talk

IanoBeatz

Designer talk, designer talk, designer talk

Designer talk, designer talk

Yeah, yeah (Hol' up), yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Leggo, leggo!

Who is you? I've never seen you before

I can turn on your b*tch, got the keys to your whore

You know they love me when I walk in the store

Sippin' sparklin' water in Christian Dior

F*ck your b*tch on the bus then continue the tour

I'm not lovin' you baby, you can't get adored

I play with my racks and I never get bored

Boy you lookin' like 12 'cause you whippin' the Ford

Amiri Jeans, I got bands in my pocket (Yeah)

I cannot fit the stack in the wallet

You the plug, don't get pulled out the socket

Watch your back 'cause these n*ggas not solid

Asian b*tch got me sippin' on Sake

Throw the meat in her mouth like Hibachi

I got reasons for me to be cocky

I'm the sh*t b*tch I need me a potty

N*ggas talking 'bout how I can't rap, okay

Then how I get rich off of rap?

These n*ggas they lame and that statement a fact

And that n*gga my son, but I'm not claimin' that

Jump out the pus*y then jump on a beat

I dunk on the rookie, welcome to the league

That boy is a simp, fell in love with a freak

And that water on me, I swear life is a beach (Let's go)

Okay, let's get it, let's go

Let's get it, let's go

They see a n*gga with some racks

They think I sold my soul (That I sold my soul), no, no

See a n*gga in sa section, I'm spinnin' on roads (Road, road, road)

I can't move my wrist, I swear to God it's froze, woah, woah

Designer walk, designer talk, designer b*tch (Yeah, designer b*tch)

I like Chanel and Givenchy sh*t (I do)

Swear to God, I ain't think I'd be rich (I ain't think I'd be rich)

Okay, these n*ggas is sold out

Got cash in the vault and I smoke out the zip

He mad that his girl likin' my pics

I mean, it is what it is (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Who is you? I've never seen you before

I can turn on your b*tch, got the keys to your whore

You know they love me when I walk in the store (Let's go)

Sippin' sparklin' water in Christian Dior

F*ck your b*tch on the bus then continue the tour (Let's go)

I'm not lovin' you baby, you can't get adored

I play with my racks and I never get bored

Boy you lookin' like 12 'cause you whippin' the Ford (Woo)

Ayy, ayy (Talk to 'em), ayy-ayy

I'm tryna chop a Wraith

Ayy, ayy, I apply all the pressure

We gon' kill the case (Talk to 'em Keed)

I know your slime, that shoot the spot up (Grrah, grrah, grrah), broad day

I know y'all don't wanna beef (No sir), 'cause YSL get straight (Hey-hey, let's go)

Fisherman stick for the Uzi (Hey-hey)

I'm busy, no time for no coochie (Hey-hey)

Whole hunnid shots out the toolie (Hey-hey, swag)

Ain't hesitatin' to pull it (Hey-hey)

Okay, just make sure my machinery fully (Woo, woo)

I step in the Gucci socks, I'm winnin', I ain't never lost (Never)

I'm sorry, I never talk (Never)

Thug got the testicules (Hey), you take a big loss (Ha)

Yes I'm a big boss (Hoe), I'm not the task force (Hey)

I'm a Bellaire Boy (Hey), lil' b*tch how I paid for (Hey)

When we smokin', it's real nuts

Pay attention, I'm real nosy

F*ck prescription, I'm real focused

Get some head from a b*tch, she deep throat it

Who is you? I've never seen you before (Ayy, ayy)

I can turn on your b*tch, got the keys to your whore (Slatt, slatt)

You know they love me when I walk in the store (I'm back, haha, hmm, slatt, slatt)

Sippin' sparklin' water in Christian Dior

F*ck your b*tch on the bus then continue the tour

I'm not lovin' you baby, you can't get adored (Slimeball)

I play with my racks and I never get bored

Boy you lookin' like 12 'cause you whippin' the Ford