Designer Shit
    (专辑: The Original Dom Kennedy - 2011)
    
    I'm only gonna do this one time  Tailor made...  Uh. I'm talkin about everything tailor made  Yeah... Yeah  Check   On a 
road trip to Vegas  And that's 14 carrots  So them gold diggers crave it  Put it in a 
pipe just like them old niggas blazin  "We finto get this money bitch," I 
told niggas daily  Anything can happen shit I 
showed niggas daily  I 
never met a 
girl in my life that wouldn't date me  True Story, My jeans cost about 240  I 
fucked 2 
shorties in a 
house that's 2 
stories  I 
can't wear regular shit, it's too boring  So when she see a 
nigga like me she come join  This designer shit, got a 
"O" of marijuana  By the 
China shit, that Dom I 
wanna meet yo momma shit  No hooks, you know we all about that rhymin shit  Cash Money, Independent, Big Tymer shit  I 
said, "Girl, I 
know you know you know you fine and shit  But Goddamn, Why can't I 
just make you mine and shit?  Why you always actin like you blind and shit?  I 
know you love the 
way that we be grindin it  But I 
don't like them niggas you be ridin with  And them the 
one's you always end up signin with  Don't ask me when you see me who I'm signin with  Who ever got the 
most money is who I'm vibin with  Fuck that, who the 
fuck I'm even jivin with  I'm already inner scope, ain't no hidin it  I 
just want a 
Maybach to recline in it  No, I 
wanna lay back and take my time with it  If you gettin cheese say "one time" with it  And if you on yo knees take yo time with it  I 
might Kangol and Gold Tooth it  Man I 
told ya'll these hoes stupid  I 
wouldn't fuck no bitch named "Stacks"  And real niggas make shit on wax  Fuckin Fruity Loops  All yo shit so whack, cause real niggas make shit on DAT's  You fuckin rappers  You niggas couldn't hit on bats  You ain't shit nigga sit on that  It's like a 
cashmere sweater  A 
million upfront will make a 
bad year better  Birds ain't flyin off last years feathers  And I 
ain't eatin off last years cheddar  Ain't no sunshine just ask Bill Withers  Two Hundred twenties make my pockets feel better  Know we got girl friends and they still let us   This that Designer Shit... This that Designer shit (Yeah)  And all them hoes stay in line for this (Uh)