Designer (Remix)

[Blac Youngsta (Lil Pump):]
Look at your lil' bitch ass
Haha (Zay T, hold on)
I, I could see, I could see the motherfucking hate through your motherfucking eyes, boy (yeah, Lil Pump)
Don't wanna look at your ass when I talk to you (huh, yeah)
I know you a hater (yeah, huh, brr)
I could see your whole motherfucking future (yeah, Lil Pump)
I'ma, let me, I'm finna tell you what you gonna be (yeah, huh, brr, yeah)
Shit (yeah, yeah)
You ain't got shit (yeah)
You ain't gon' never have shit, you ain't gon' be shit
God told me you gon' be shit

[Lil Pump:]
Ayy, I got fast cars, bad bitches and designer clothes
Couple thousand on my wrist and my neck is on froze
Spanish bitches butt naked and they twerking on the stove
Too much racks in my pocket that my wallet can't fold
I got fast cars, bad bitches and designer clothes
I got fast cars, bad bitches and designer clothes
Couple thousand on my wrist and my neck is on froze
Too much racks in my pocket that my wallet can't fold

Drive the 'Rari off the lot, fuck my wrist up with the pot
Bitch, this shit will never stop (brr), presidential on the clock
Couple hoes up on a yacht, I can not fuck with the opps
Bitch, I made it to the top, go to class, I'm on the drop, ayy
Went to the gun store and I bought a rocket (ooh)
One million dollars, cash hanging out my pocket (damn)
All these diamonds dripping on me, feeling like a water faucet
Broke niggas hating on me, man, this shit need to stop it
Lil Pump the freshest nigga coming out my city
Hit AOD's and I'm blowing straight fifties (brr)
In the kitchen whipping Whitney, sipping lean, I lost my kidney
Ain't nobody fucking with me off the Xan, I squeeze a titty, ayy
Dropped out of school, hopped in a private jet (brr)
Bitch, I'm on the lean, I can't pop no Percocet (no)
I got more money than your father, you can't be upset
I'm worth a couple millions, bitch, you know I love to flex

I got fast cars, bad bitches and designer clothes
Couple thousand on my wrist and my neck is on froze
Spanish bitches butt naked and they twerking on the stove
Too much racks in my pocket that my wallet can't fold
I got fast cars, bad bitches and designer clothes
I got fast cars, bad bitches and designer clothes
Couple thousand on my wrist and my neck is on froze
Too much racks in my pocket that my wallet can't fold

[Blac Youngsta:]
All that fucking talking, you gon' make me hop out (hop out)
If you not talking money, you gon' make me walk out (walk out)
I tote real guns, I don't bring no prop out (props)
You can't go to war with me and try to cop out (cop)
I run over all my bitches and they still love me (gang)
I break bread with all my niggas, they'll kill for me (grr)
Grandma told me pull my britches up, I'm still thugging (grr)
I been crossed, had to cut off some of my real cousins (gang gang)
All this money I spent on a jet, coulda bought you and you and you (you)
All this money I spent on my neck, coulda sent you and you to school (school)
I got a house bigger than Elvis, got some foreign cars too (too)
Rest in peace Mr. Hugh Hef', I fuck porn stars too (too)
Ouu

Gang gang gang, ouu, yeah
Ayy, ayy, ayy, Zaytoven, huh
Run that, run that motherfucking hook back, ha
Me, me, me, me and Pump just cooked that, ooh, yeah

[Lil Pump:]
Ayy, I got fast cars, bad bitches and designer clothes
Couple thousand on my wrist and my neck is on froze
Spanish bitches butt naked and they twerking on the stove
Too much racks in my pocket that my wallet can't fold
I got fast cars, bad bitches and designer clothes
I got fast cars, bad bitches and designer clothes
Couple thousand on my wrist and my neck is on froze
Too much racks in my pocket that my wallet can't fold

[Rich The Kid:]
Hey!
Break the brick, I shipped it, wrapped it in saran (break it down)
Ouu, all my niggas trapping (trap), we ain't have a plan (Rich!)
Ayy, plug walk on that pussy 'cause your bitch a fan
(Plug walk, lil' bitch)
Ouu, you ain't got no money, go and get some bands
(Go get some bands)
Ayy, racing Little Pump, I just pulled out the Lamb (skrrt, skrrt)
Huh, I got the blue chips (blue chips)
Zay told me don't take out no rude crip (huh)
I'm dropping her off, she a groupie (groupie)
Don't worry, my shooters they shooting (grra)
I got fast cars (cars)
Foreign broad, superstar (foreign)
This a push start (push)
She wake up, eat the dick up, a Pop-Tart (like a Pop-Tart)
Ouu, I gotta flex on 'em
Young nigga walk around with a check on 'em (check)
'Rari, not the Jag (Jag)
Pinky ring a bag (what)
I got fast cars (cars)
Speed racer, it's a NASCAR (a NASCAR)
Ayy, Bentley off the lot, I do the dash, boy (I do the dash, boy)
Ouu, boy your mixtape, throw that in the trash, boy
(In the trash, boy)
I just fucked your bitch because she asked for it (Rich!)

[Lil Pump:]
Ayy, I got fast cars, bad bitches and designer clothes
Couple thousand on my wrist and my neck is on froze
Spanish bitches butt naked and they twerking on the stove
Too much racks in my pocket that my wallet can't fold
I got fast cars, bad bitches and designer clothes
I got fast cars, bad bitches and designer clothes
Couple thousand on my wrist and my neck is on froze
Too much racks in my pocket that my wallet can't fold