Coi Leray, Pharrell Williams and Doodles - Not In Store

I got swag that's not in the store
I pop tags you couldn't afford
I stay clean, please don't hit record
His Goyard look fake, size 24" LV 'round my waist
This is last season, baby, I'm not late
Shoes, my pants, my shirt, it's foreign
All my clothes migrated
That's the reason why they hating
Prada tracki' like I'm racing
All these clothes, them shits look basic
Talk my sauce, I got too much
All these outfits, I can't save it (yeah)

Only if you know, Evisu from Tokyo
I just spent a hundred racks at the store
When I'm done shopping they say, "We closed" (yeah)
Only if you know, might get it for the high
Might get it for the low
Iced out my wrist, then iced out my neck
And iced out my ankle then iced out my toes
Tiffany diamonds come in a blue bag
Yeah, I got a blue bag, could get you a coat
Got these racks, I could buy you a coat
Yeah, Margiela ones zip up to your nose
I just made ninety racks on the walkthrough
And a hundred-ten thousand my show

I got swag that's not in the store
I pop tags you couldn't afford
I stay clean, please don't hit record
His Goyard look fake, size 24" LV 'round my waist
This is last season, baby, I'm not late
Shoes, my pants, my shirt, it's foreign
All my clothes migrated
That's the reason why they hating
Prada tracki' like I'm racing
All these clothes, them shits look basic
Talk my sauce, I got too much
All these outfits, I can't save it

No, no, I can't save it, no, no
Girl from Tokyo, so amazing, whoa
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, number nine
I'm not basic, no
Archive, I got everything in it brand new
In line, not waiting (whoa, whoa, whoa)
And, no, it's nobody as fresh as me
Got JPD, that's bottom low
Real Libertine, I'm feelin' low
You know I got a colorful soul
Said, "Baby boy, you can walk with me
Better yet, put me in a brand new Range Rov'"
Brand new expensive, gold shit
I'm in the club, hypnosis

I got swag that's not in the store
I pop tags you couldn't afford
That's the reason why they hating
Prada tracki' like I'm racing
All these clothes, them shits look basic
Talk my sauce, I got too much
All these outfits, I can't save it

Yeah, yeah
I ain't savin' hoes but I'm savin' clothes
We got all the drip from across the water
Would've thought back you was sellin' boats
I got a lot but I need plenty more
Balenciaga, baby, that's my motto
My Rolex say, "Chrome Heart"
All chromed with a skull and bone
They say, "What you rockin' on?" They don't know
Icy jacket, that's an overload
We wear skull line, that's a whole line
I went to the top spot, was a nose spot (yeah)
You don't understand
Stayed on the same thing but consistently
I used to wear arenas now I wear Adidas with the low socks (low)

Written by:
Coi Leray, Pharell Williams, Symere Woods

Publisher:
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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