Designer lyrics

by

Kanye West


[Intro: News Anchors & Lil Pump]
You can see Lil Pump wandering the halls of a school carrying huge bags of pot
Turns out that school was a local Catholic elementary school
A teacher gets slapped with a bag of marijuana in this video
Yeah, Lil Pump, ooh, yeah, yeah, huh, brr
And the rapper's name is Lil Pump
Yuh, Lil Pump
Yeah, huh?
(Brr)
Yeah, yuh
Yeah, yeah
Ayy
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ayy (Zaytoven)

[Chorus]
I got fast cars, bad b*tches and designer clothes (Yeah, yeah, ooh)
Couple thousand on my wrist and my neck is on froze (Brr, yeah, Lil Pump)
Spanish b*tches' butt naked and they twerkin' on the stove (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Too much racks in my pocket that my wallet can't fold (Brr, ooh)
I got fast cars, bad b*tches and designer clothes (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I got fast cars, bad b*tches and designer clothes (Brr, Lil Pump)
Couple thousand on my wrist and my neck is on froze (Yeah, ooh)
Too much racks in my pocket that my wallet can't fold (Brr, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Verse]
Drive the 'Rari off the lot, f*ck my wrist up with the pot (Yeah, ooh)
b*tch, this sh*t will never stop (Brr), presidential on the clock (Ooh)
Couple hoes up on a yacht (Yeah), I cannot f*ck with the opps (Huh?)
b*tch, I made it to the top (Brr), go to class, I'm on the drop, ayy (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Went to the gun store and I bought a rocket (Ooh)
One million dollars, cash hangin' out my pocket (Damn)
All these diamonds drippin' on me, feelin' like a water faucet (Brr, damn)
Broke n*ggas hatin' on me, man, this sh*t need to stop it (Ooh)
Lil Pump the freshest n*gga comin' out my city (Yeah)
Hit AOD's and I'm blowin' straight fifties (Brr)
In the kitchen whippin' Whitney (Yeah), sippin' lean, I lost my kidney (Huh?)
Ain't nobody f*ckin' with me off the Xan' (Brr), I squeeze a titty, ayy (Yeah, yeah, yeah, huh?)
Dropped out of school, hopped in a private jet (Brr)
b*tch, I'm off the lean, I can't pop no Percocet (No)
I got more money than your father, you can't be upset (Yeah)
I'm worth a couple millions, b*tch, you know I love to flex (Ayy, ayy, huh?)
[Chorus]
I got fast cars, bad b*tches and designer clothes (Yeah, yeah)
Couple thousand on my wrist and my neck is on froze (Huh? Ooh, prr)
Spanish b*tches' butt naked and they twerkin' on the stove (Yeah, yeah)
Too much racks in my pocket that my wallet can't fold (Yeah, yeah, ooh)
I got fast cars, bad b*tches and designer clothes (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
I got fast cars, bad b*tches and designer clothes (Yeah)
Couple thousand on my wrist and my neck is on froze (Yeah, yeah, yeah, ooh)
Too much racks in my pocket that my wallet can't fold (Brr, Lil Pump, yeah, yeah)
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