SoulJ - DESIGNER (feat. 803Ka$hflow)

Yea yea
All this designer
All this designer
Talk yo shit
My talk to nice, pour my Hennessy on some ice
Yea ima businessman, I take my own advice
I gotta bad bitch on my side, you see my type
Just like some Louis V print, believe all this hype
I got the Rollie wrist, with Gucci shades and Fendi on
Chanel so Prada me, the prodigy, the chosen one
Bottega drip, they won't admit, that I'm the shit
My VVS, got clarity, I make it hit, I'm lit
I put that shit on
Its time to run it back
My pockets outta shape
They always looking hella fat
I'm scaling this money, Balenciaga
I'm trappin out today, in my pajamas
You see this blue check, that means I'm verified
I drop my money off, I know my banker hella tired
I'm always rockin the latest designer
My chain so fucking heavy, I can't stand up
Talk to nice, got my liquor, don't need ice
Yea ima businessman, I take no one advice
I gotta new bitch, the old one got left behind
Just like some Louis V, yea it's one of a kind
I got the Rollie wrist, with Gucci shades and Fendi on
Chanel so Prada me, the prodigy, the chosen one
Bottega drip, they won't admit, that I'm the shit
My VVS, got clarity, I make it hit, I'm lit
It's not a secret, pressure make diamonds, so I'm always shining
Got these rocks all in my watch came with perfect timing, plus grinding
I set the bar, high altitude, I just keep climbing
I never trip, bout a full plate, goal was to eat, I'm just fine dining, let's rewind it
Gucci on me, know it's all good
Stay down, come up, we all should
Big super charged motor under my hood
Been living fast if it's understood
Took a risk for this life, now I got it straight
Putting ice on me like a piece of cake
I been jumping over squares, check ya board, nigga checkmate
Thanking God, yea he made me different
Diamonds in my mouth, yea they hit different
She ain't make the cut so I had to ship her
If you don't keep it real, I'll never feel ya
Made my own lane, like I pave roads
I run my own game, how I up the score
I'll sell the game, never sell my soul
Counting blue hundreds, in the Gucci robe
My talk to nice, pour my Hennessy on some ice
Yea ima businessman, I take no one advice
I gotta bad bitch on my side, you see my type
Just like some Louis V print, believe all the hype
I got the Rollie wrist, with Gucci shades and Fendi on
Chanel so Prada me, the prodigy, the chosen one
Bottega drip, they won't admit, that my shit hit
We in the dark, my VVS, I got on the light switch

Written by:
Anthony Wilson Jr, Keelle Lovett

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