paroles de chanson Designer (Intro) - LAMBCH0P

I ain't check the tags on designer I gotta cop it
They ain't think my shit was for real, look at my wallet
Listen baby I just hopped on the beat, and I got it poppin
Gucci belt hold onto my pants, it fill my pockets
Everybody sayin they hate me cause I ain't stoppin
I been on my shit, while I'm shopping, like when you droppin
I been getting DMs like Lammy we gotta lock-in
All my homies dawgs, one call and they get it poppin

I been flying private wit Nicky I got my feet up
Put it into logic I promise I fuck the beat up
I been on my shit so much, that the label told me to meet up
Now I'm on Rodeo with racks I gotta re-up

2019 They couldn't tell u my name
I'm lookin' back up on them days when I was fresh in the game
Now they see me on the TV, swear I'm loving the fame
I got a check from all my socials, put my plaque in a frame

Momma always sayin what a youngin' could be
Feelin like the greatest they still see me as a rookie
I remember days when ain't nobody understood me
No I ain't a killer but don't let nobody push me
Want me at a show it cost a band for you to book me
Raised to be a man so don't you play me like a pussy
It was me and money mini cant nobody shook me
But I got so sick of me thinking about what I could be

I ain't check the tags on designer I gotta cop it
They ain't think my shit was for real, look at my wallet
Listen baby I just hopped on the beat, and I got it poppin
Gucci belt hold onto my pants, it fill my pockets
Everybody sayin they hate me cause I ain't stoppin
I been on my shit, while I'm shopping, like when you droppin
I been getting DMs like Lammy we gotta lock-in
All my homies dawgs, one call and they get it poppin