Letra da Música Designer de Tommy Ice

What you gon' tell me that I haven't heard?

I just ran a check on designer
When I'm with your bitch, you won't find her
Came up, guess I got good timing
When you with your girl, she be silent
When I'm with your bitch, she be screaming
Fucked up a check at the Neiman's
Bruce Lee, the way that I beat it
Pussy niggas, I don't step in no weak shit
Vv's, my neck, it be glistening all
Don't bring your bih 'round me, I don't got no flaw
I-I spent a check on designer
When I'm with your bitch, you won't find her
Came up, I guess it's my time in
When you with your girl, shе be silent
When I'm with your bitch, shе be screaming
Fucked up a check at the Neiman's
Like, I don't got no flaws
Young and I'm rich but I don't got a job
Can't even swim but I hopped on a yacht
They counted me out, I said, "Fuck what you thought"

Fuck what you thought, fuck what you think
Faygo and wok, it's mud in my drink
Yeah, Faygo and lean, boy, you niggas green
Can't fuck with the gang, can't fuck with the team
Chopper to his face, I turn to him to vegetables
Smoking my dough and I'm eating my edibles
Your squad, can't fuck with the gang
We trappin' on medicals
I fucked the bitch and put her on a pedestal
Ayy, I got designer on me, I got some fighter in me
Ayy, I got designer on me, I got some fighter in me
What you made last week, in a day
We ball out, I was just tryna save
Cold world, gotta pay for your own grave
I act up, little boy, you better behave
Put her on shots, like and one
Young rich nigga, I am one (Yeah)
Shawty wanna fuck 'cause I'm handsome (Yeah)
Niggas talk tough with a handgun (Yeah)
Tryna save up, get a mansion
I have shit, now I got some (Got some)
New boy on the block, new boy with a Glock
All black fit like Gotham
I got a bad ho, put on my roster
My niggas aligning, it gon' smoke like a rasta
I went from a bike, now I pull up my Honda
This new bitch, she boujee, she want Benihana
I ain't gon' buy no lil' bih no Benihana
I just left the Sak's with my new Prada runners
My blood really red, yeah, I die for them gunners
They say it's more likely to die in the summer
But, ay, I ain't gon' die in the summer

I-I just ran a check on designer
When I'm with your bitch, you won't find her
Came up, guess I got good timing
When you with your girl, she be silent
When I'm with your bitch, she be screaming
Fucked up a check at the Nieman's
Bruce Lee, the way that I beat it
Pussy niggas, I don't step in no weak shit
Vvs, my neck, it glistening all
Don't bring your bih 'round me, I don't got no flaw
I-I spent a check on designer
When I'm with your bitch, you won't find her
Came up, I guess it's my time in
When you with your girl, she be silent
When I'm with your bitch, she be screaming
Fucked up a check at the Nieman's
Like, I don't got no flaws
Young and I'm rich but I don't got a job
Can't even swim but I hopped on a yacht
They counted me out, I said, "Fuck what you thought"