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(Wake up )

[Ken Carson]
Huh, huh, huh
Designer shoes, designer pants, designer shirt
You can call me Designer Man, huh, I got designer merch
If I fuck with her then, huh, I'm put designer on her
Balenciaga bag, bitch, this not a purse
I done put Balmain on my ass, and I Prada'd her
I been switchin' lanes, goin' fast, bitch, I'm outta here
And it's still free my nigga Jeff, yeah, let them outta there
I feel like Jeff Bezos, I get that bag, then I'm outta there

Lately I been on my alien swag, bitch, I'm outta here
Hol' up, let me switch the gear
If we go on a drill and you get caught, you better not shed a tear
I pour fours of that Wock', yeah, that drop, bitch, I don't sip on no beer
I pull up on your bitch with them knots, fuck you talkin' 'bout, bitch, I'm having, for real
Hunnids all blue like the Navy SEAL
Before I roll up I take these pills
I love these opiates, yeah, for real
Lil' bitch I'm Opium, huh
He claim he got money, huh, huh, huh, then lil' nigga show me some, huh
I'm totin' that Tommy, huh, huh, huh, I'm totin' a machine gun, huh, huh
Nah, ain't shit funny, huh, I'm laughing at these niggas 'cause they all peons

I'm a designer junkie, huh, huh, huh, designer everything, huh

[Ken Carson]
Designer cars, huh, huh, huh, designer clothes, yeah
Designer my broad, yeah, yeah, yeah, designer everything, huh (Schyeah)
Designer everything, (Schyeah), huh, huh, huh, designer everything, yeah (Schyeah)
Designer everything, (Swoah) yeah, yeah, yeah, designer everything, yeah (Zoom)
Designer everything, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Destroy Lonely]
Huh, designer everything, designer vehicles, designer weaponry
Designer bitches, huh, designer hoes, tryna have sex with me

Designer drugs, huh, designer high, designer ecstasy
Designer swag, huh, designer fly, designer everything
Make him put down his flag, huh, that boy not gang, he just a bitch to me
Give a fuck who he is and fuck what he claim, huh, it don't mean shit to me
Give a fuck who she is, I don't care if she bad, she better get used to missin' me
Huh, we pourin' codeine straight out the motherfuckin' pint, lil' bitch, I'm pushin' P, huh
Chanel all over my boxers, your bitch, she stepping all over the double C
7-pointer chains on my neck, c'mon, lets sail the seven seas
These niggas Planktons, yeah, I'm cookin' the Krabby Patties, you can't get the recipe

Money comin' in, we add it up, and no we don't subtract a thing
Huh, huh, Money Man just walked in, huh, yeah tell that Broke Man, "Stop all that broke talking"
Tell Dolce Man, that Balenci' Man just walked in
I keep all my jewelry, broke niggas trade they watches in

[Ken Carson]
(Wake up )
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
Designer clothes, designer shoes, designer shirt, huh, huh
Exotic drugs for me and bitch, we off of the merks, uh, huh
This ain't no Perc', huh, huh, this a Quaalude, huh

Exotic my shoe, huh, huh, huh, exotic high, huh
I'm goin' to the moon, huh, huh, huh, exotic vibe, yeah
She off of them shrooms, uh, uh, huh
Exotic whip, huh, exotic coupe, huh, huh, huh
That lil' boy get dipped, huh, he get X'd out his crew, huh, huh, huh
That lil' bitch get flipped, huh, I X her out too, huh, huh, huh
I leave her a tip, yeah, because I'm not rude, uh, huh, huh
I pay my dues, huh, designer my shoes, huh, you could'nt walk a mile in these
Marni Mules, uh, huh, huh, huh, huh

[Ken Carson]
Huh, huh, huh
Designer shoes, designer pants, designer shirt

You can call me Designer Man, huh, I got designer merch
If I fuck with her then, huh, I'm put designer on her
Balenciaga bag, bitch, this not a purse
I done put Balmain on my ass, and I Prada'd her
I been switchin' lanes, goin' fast, bitch, I'm outta here
And it's still free my nigga Jeff, yeah, let them outta there
I feel like Jeff Bezos, I get that bag, then I'm outta there
Lately I been on my alien swag, bitch, I'm outta here
Hol' up, let me switch the gear
If we go on a drill and you get caught, you better not shed a tear
I pour fours of that Wock', yeah, that drop, bitch, I don't sip on no beer

I pull up on your bitch with them knots, fuck you talkin' 'bout, bitch, I'm having, for real
Hunnids all blue like the Navy SEAL
Before I roll up I take these pills
I love these opiates, yeah, for real
Lil' bitch I'm Opium, huh
He claim he got money, huh, huh, huh, then lil' nigga show me some, huh
I'm totin' that Tommy, huh, huh, huh, I'm totin' a machine gun, huh, huh
Nah, ain't shit funny, huh, I'm laughing at these niggas 'cause they all peons
I'm a designer junkie, huh, huh, huh, designer everything, huh

[Ken Carson]
Designer everything, yeah, yeah, yeah, designer everything, yeah

Designer everything, yeah, yeah, yeah, designer everything, yeah
Designer everything, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

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