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 f*ck 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