Lil Herb - Designer lyrics

rate me

This Gucci, this Louis, this Fendi, this Robins, Givenchy…

That Prada, Versace, …and Armani, what am I gonna do with this

I’m counting these fifties, these twenties till I count me a million

All these hundreds, these fifties, these twenties till I count me a million

Ferragamo or Gucci, they all designer, I don’t know the difference

Forget what I spent on it…

I’m counting these fifties, these twenties till I count me a million

All these hundreds, these fifties, these twenties till I count me a million

All these hundreds that’s on me ain’t close to that much but it felt like a million

Run around through Shiraq and a bitch with me black but her hair is Brazilian

Smoking louds…better watch how you act ‘cause the mac will go braa…

Now it’s after the fact, put the mac in the trunk while we smoke and relax

While I go through these racks, man, I just wanna stack…

I go from state to state and I fuck all these hoes on the way

Never thought I’d be that nigga, every time I step I got all these hoes in my face

But fuck all these bitches

All I know is get…

This Gucci, this Louis, this Fendi, this Robins, Givenchy…

That Prada, Versace, …and Armani, what am I gonna do with this

I’m counting these fifties, these twenties till I count me a million

All these hundreds, these fifties, these twenties till I count me a million

Ferragamo or Gucci, they all designer, I don’t know the difference

Forget what I spent on it…

I’m counting these fifties, these twenties till I count me a million

All these hundreds, these fifties, these twenties till I count me a million

Shooter shout out the thirty, shot out the semi, I can’t tell the difference

I see these lil’ nigga think this ain’t no Twitter and shit but I still ain’t gonna mention them

‘Cause my shorties, they…

I be all in my city and Louis and Fendi, just giving them all of my benjamins

These niggas pretending, they really ain’t getting no money

They really ain’t worth shit

I be up on the block…these niggas is bitching…

This Gucci, this Louis, this Fendi, this Robins, Givenchy…

That Prada, Versace, …and Armani, what am I gonna do with this

I’m counting these fifties, these twenties till I count me a million

All these hundreds, these fifties, these twenties till I count me a million

Ferragamo or Gucci, they all designer, I don’t know the difference

Forget what I spent on it…

I’m counting these fifties, these twenties till I count me a million

All these hundreds, these fifties, these twenties till I count me a million