DESIGNER SHOES Lyrics

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Ohh (With My Skis)

She got on designer shoes, but she ain't pay no bills

He in a Moncler coat, need the weed man to make some deals

Ain't got no wheels, still drive these bitches crazy for real

I been checking my bank statements, I spent 20 on some little shit

I done fell right off that rail, tryna stop my grind, now I do heel kicks

When he down, he package food, that nigga do some meal prep

When she down, she'll sell her body and everybody will hit

She want money, she know I rap, but I ain't got no deal yet

Keeping hunnids is essential, so I keep hunnids in Essential sweats

I then been up, been down, I can get shit back

Keep shit intact, it was times I had shit fumbled huh

I'm charming as fuck, I fucked a rich bitch when I ain't have no buck

I was just on papers, everybody drinking, I couldn't have no cup

Never ever walk right in no room and I couldn't have no slut

With these VVs on, it's hard to listen

I only listen to my gut, only listen to my blunt

Only listen to my niggas who with me yeah my skis for one

Tesla don't got keys or nothing, hop right out that bitch

Don't turn it off, I just might leave it running

I know a nigga get down, he ready to wipe a nose

I know a nigga get down, might ask everybody in the family for money

How this bitch ain't got responsibilities, and she never got no money

I just seen a nigga in Amiri jeans, don't got a key to nothing

Niggas heads lost all in that woods till each is own my brother

I was trying to get some money, that shit started separating me from all the ones I love

Crazy how my skis move like we got the same blood

She just living life like it's life, she never came up

Shit got on designer shoes, but she ain't pay no bills

He in a Moncler coat, need the weed man to make some deals

Ain't got no wheels still drive these bitches crazy for real

I been checking my bank statements, I spent 20 on some little shit

I done fell right off the rail, trying to stop my grind, I do heel kicks

When he down, he package food, that nigga do some meal prep

When she down, she'll sell her body and everybody will hit

She want money, she know I rap, but I ain't got no deal yet

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