Designer (Intro)

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