Designer

[Intro]
Oh my gosh, it’s Lil Tecca

[Chorus]
Ayy, Gucci, Fendi, lotta bands (Lotta bands)
Prada, Gamo, Hermes for my mans (For my mans)
Lotta designer holdin' up my pants (Up my pants)
Zara, Truey, Balmain for the glance, ayy
Bitch, I'm getting money
You can't take it from me (Take it from me)
Bitch, I'm getting money
Yeah, little bitch, I'm getting money, ayy
Bitch, I'm getting money, ayy
You can’t take it from me
Bitch, I'm getting money
Yeah, little bitch, I'm getting money, ayy

[Verse]
Ayy, Tecca Don going for the gold (For the gold)
Couple of thots, and we on the roll (Roll)
I don’t give a fuck about you, I‘ma get it though
I just hope you know I’m Tecca from the fucking O, ayy
Tecca double O, ayy
You will never know, ayy
It’s not my fault, I got these bitches on the fucking pole, ayy
They my bros, got hella bread and a lot of gold, ayy
All my niggas, with the shits (Shits)
Red beams, get you walk like a thot bitch (Thot bitch)
It’s not my fault that we got guns and we got clips
Extended clip with FMJ, might light your block, bitch
I know you know I’m Tecca, done with 50 mop, shit, ayy

[Chorus]
Ayy, Gucci, Fendi, lotta bands (Lotta bands)
Prada, Gamo, Hermes for my mans (For my mans)
Lotta designer holdin' up my pants (Up my pants)
Zara, Truey, Balmain for the glance, ayy
Bitch, I'm getting money
You can't take it from me (Take it from me)
Bitch, I'm getting money
Yeah, little bitch, I'm getting money, ayy
Bitch, I'm getting money, ayy
You can’t take it from me
Bitch, I'm getting money
Yeah, little bitch, I'm getting money, ayy

[Outro]
Ooh, esketit