Yella Beezy – Designer Junkie lyrics

[Chorus]
Gucci loud and funky (yeah), true designer junkie (yeah)
Trap house jumpin' (yeah), trips up out the country (yeah)
The way the diamonds shinin', you can see a nigga comin' (yeah)
Buscemi shoes on me (yeah), fuckin' up some commas (yeah)
Prada, Louis, Gucci (yeah), Versace with Medusa (yeah)
Callin' up my jeweler (yeah), these red bottoms foolish (yeah)
Designer junkie, designer junkie, true designer junkie
Designer junkie, designer junkie, true designer junkie

[Verse 1]
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
Straight drop work, Gucci collar shirt
Made it out out the dirt dirt, know they feelings hurt hurt
Used to rock Evisu, now it's double G fool
Snackin', eatin' seafood, you can't do what we do
Ooh Versace 'sace, nigga rock Cavalli
I'm a poppin' topic, tell her stop and drop it
Christian Loubs, Jimmy Choos
Tenny shoes, cost me two, ayy
Trappin' in Margielas, nigga you actin', you ain't hard nigga
Niggas be actin' like broads nigga, old pussy ass nigga, you a fraud nigga

[Chorus]
Gucci loud and funky (yeah), true designer junkie (yeah)
Trap house jumpin' (yeah), trips up out the country (yeah)
The way the diamonds shinin', you can see a nigga comin' (yeah)
Buscemi shoes on me (yeah), fuckin' up some commas (yeah)
Prada, Louis, Gucci (yeah), Versace with Medusa (yeah)
Callin' up my jeweler (yeah), these red bottoms foolish (yeah)
Designer junkie, designer junkie, true designer junkie
Designer junkie, designer junkie, true designer junkie


[Verse 2]
Baow, baow, baow, baow
Baow, baow, baow, baow
Trap jumpin' loud, hey, niggas servin' loud, hey
Hoes on the prowl, hey, designer drive 'em wild, hey
Shoes got Medusa, hang like Mr. Cooper
All you niggas goofys, and all my niggas ruthless
Stopped at Benihanas, eatin' at shrimp and sushi
Had to put all these VV's in a nigga's toofus, hey
Dolce and Gabbana, I might do Givenchy
I rock Saint Laurent, and my shoes is Fendi
Two mixed bitches give me head down twenty
They got sly drippin', bitches shakin' ass and titties

[Chorus]
Gucci loud and funky (yeah), true designer junkie (yeah)
Trap house jumpin' (yeah), trips up out the country (yeah)
The way the diamonds shinin', you can see a nigga comin' (yeah)
Buscemi shoes on me (yeah), fuckin' up some commas (yeah)
Prada, Louis, Gucci (yeah), Versace with Medusa (yeah)
Callin' up my jeweler (yeah), these red bottoms foolish (yeah)
Designer junkie, designer junkie, true designer junkie
Designer junkie, designer junkie, true designer junkie