Designer Junkie

[Verse 1: YFN Lucci]

Uh, I got my foot in, huh

I know I'm piped up, huh

I got a Richard Mille, huh

I feel like Richard Porter, huh

What a hell of a feeling, huh

You wouldn't understand it

These niggas wouldn't understand it

[Chorus: YFN Lucci]

Hey, I'm a designer junkie

I'm a designer junkie

I'm a designer junkie

I'm a designer junkie

I'm in a space coupe

All of my cars foreign

I got a new boo

All of my broads foreign

Hey, I'm a designer junkie

I'm a designer junkie

I'm a designer junkie

I'm a designer junkie

I'm in a space coupe

All of my cars foreign

I got a new boo

All of my broads foreign

Hey, I'm a designer junkie

[Verse 2: YFN Lucci]

I just want Prada, I just want Fendi

I just bought a Bentley, put a paper tag on it

Cliffside, drop a bag on it

I'm a pimp with my cat holder

I know the money add up

Build a bitch up

Put another ass on her

Put a Chanel bag on her

Put a bitch in a Maybach coupe, yeah

I'ma have to add [?]

Bitch say I'm doo-doo

Bitch, I like my money blue

And my bitch like bitches too

And my bitch like christian too

And my bitch likes Christian Dior

Christian, Louis

Expensive bags

Expensive shoes

[Chorus: YFN Lucci]

Hey, I'm a designer junkie

I'm a designer junkie

I'm a designer junkie

I'm a designer junkie

I'm in a space coupe

All of my cars foreign

I got a new boo

All of my broads foreign

Hey, I'm a designer junkie

I'm a designer junkie

I'm a designer junkie

I'm a designer junkie

I'm in a space coupe

All of my cars foreign

I got a new boo

All of my broads foreign

Hey, I'm a designer junkie

[Verse 3: Bankroll Freddie]

I fell in love with Dior (Dior)

I put Chanel on my whore (Chanel)

Versace rugs on my floor (Versace)

Cartier diamonds galore (Designer)

And I know you ain't got these

These are one-on-one (One-on-one)

Jacket by Louis Vuitton (Louis)

Burberry [?] don (Don)

Run up that bag for my son (Run it up)

I'm finna have a lil' daughter

One thing's for sure

I'ma spoil her (She spoiled)

Diaper bag, Gucci or Prada? (Gucci)

Money, I got a whole lotta

Yeah, yeah

Got a whole lotta

Run up the muh'fuckin' comas (Run it up)

New Birkin bag for my momma

[Chorus: YFN Lucci]

Hey, I'm a designer junkie

I'm a designer junkie

I'm a designer junkie

I'm a designer junkie

I'm in a space coupe

All of my cars foreign

I got a new boo

All of my broads foreign

Hey, I'm a designer junkie

I'm a designer junkie

I'm a designer junkie

I'm a designer junkie

I'm in a space coupe

All of my cars foreign

I got a new boo

All of my broads foreign

Hey, I'm a designer junkie