Designer ft. Don Miller Lyrics

Rockin designa oh ya dolce gabbana (Ya ya)

Ice out my neck ya ya fly to Atlanta (Oh ya)

Flow be so sick oh ya covid corona (Oh ya)

Cookin these tracks ya smell the aroma (Ohyaaa)

Thuggas on my side ya pull up bandannas (Woooah)

She be so fine oh ya got me bananas

Sippin the sprite then I switch it to Fanta (Hell ya)

I ain't got no time ya turn of them manners (Hell ya)

Rappin no schola oh ya chasin moe dollas ya ya needin moe commas

So my bank roll get talla ya ya fuck that hoe drama na na Neck game like llama ya ya

Don't need no moe trauma oh na Ballin like mamba oh yaaa

I'm makin hits in my sleep

They trynna copy they watchin the goat man I swear these niggas is sheep

We keep on cookin so stay out the kitchen cause you cannot handle the heat

I'm finna show me so show me the money cause all that talkin is cheap

(Talkin is cheeeeeap)

She said she lovin the outfit

I do not dress in designer

I'm only wearin my own shit I'm talking commas on commas

Ballin like Shaq and Kobe

I put that shit on my momma

I'm not one to be making them threats so just take this shit as a promise