Devil Wears Prada

[Intro : Bobby James]
Went from hand me downs, I'm the man Now
Nobody on my level how I stand Out
It ain't no stopping, Nah
Bobby you on and Pa-Popping

[Verse 1 : Bobby James]
I lace up Phly Mouche from the waist Up
My taste buds is Amazing
I O.D on kicks that's O.G
Me hype-beast that's less than Likely
And i'm all up in Flight club, racking up Mileage
400 for some Jordans
I pilot in a whole different Climate
I hit the boutique blowing out Loose-Leaf
Throwing Guwop to the top but its Gucci
Or its Loui, Fendi, Prada
And the sauce make the girls go Ga-Ga
Goo-Goo neutral no Nada
Spend it all Sax-Fifth Mi Casa
Trade my soul for clothes and Dollars
Got me acting like a Pre-Madonna

[Hook]
Man I see
Louis, Louis, Gucci, Gucci
Fendi, Fendi, Prada, Prada
I pop my collar, she come Holler
She want them Dollars Dollars
Bobby you got'em, Fresh from top to Bottom
I pop my collar, she come Holler
She want them Dollars Dollars
The Devil wear Prada, Adam and Eve wear Nada
Bobby in the Middle Middle
Then I'm way more Flyer Flyer
And Ye' wore Louis and Mike wore Jordans
Bobby in the Middle Middle
Then I'm way more Flyer Flyer

[Verse 2 : Bobby James]
Ye' Wore Margiela, Jay wore Margiela
Bobby wanna wear Margiela
Cause Bobby wanna be like them Niggas
But Bobby know he can't afford It
Givenchy and Tom Ford'it
Alexander Wang , I can't explain
But its so Important, Like
Why we watch what our idols Buy
Imitate and then Idolize
Imitate and then Itemize
Fresh to death till our Demise
I'm materialistic, them hand me downs won't fitted
Got to compensate for the sake of it not Existing
I spent my last scent on my fashion Sense
Not enough Sense just to ration With
Or be second place, second base
Second string a couple seconds Late
Spent my last Dollars
Trying to cop Balenciagas
Bobby yo phone bill Due
So what, that's Verizon Problem (Ha)

[Hook]

[Intro]

[Hook 3 : Bobby James]
From Raleigh to Texas
Niggas in Paris
Draped in Margiela
Keep it Trill my Nigga

[Verse 3 : Bobby James]
Watch yo step you could slip on the Sauce
Slippery wet got my neck on Jack Frost
She slippery wet break yo neck you could Fall
She sipping, I'm slipping off my Hugo Boss
I'm super fly you can find me in the air Again
Ha, please excuse my Arrogance
Excuse my french and my french Blue 13's
Voulez-Vous Coucher Bobby know what I Mean
What that cost Hood By Air on yo Chest
So cold couldn't make Keith Sweat
Jordan 7 raptors Ill step to a T-Rex
In Jurassic Park like its Recess
Giuseppe Zanotti, Balmain, Armani
Dolce Gabbana thrown over my Body
Christian Dior, Cartier, Michael Kors
Well of course Bobby dripping in Sauce
I got to testify
Come up in the spot looking extra Fly
Aah, Till the day I die
I'm flex like its Exercise
Wake up Bobby