Ken Carson - Designer

{intro}
(wake up)

{chorus: ken carson}
Huh, huh, huh
Designer shoes, designer pants, designer shirt
You called me "designer man", huh, i got designer merch
If i fuck with her then, huh, i'ma put designer on her
Ba-len-ci-aga bag, bitch this not a purse
I done put balmain on my ass, and i prada'd her
I been switchin' lanes, goin' fast, bitch i'm outta here
And it's still free my niggas, yeah, yeah, let them outta there
I feel like jeff bezos, i get that bag, and then i'm outta there
Lately i been on my alien swag, bitch i'm outta here
Hol' up, let me switch the gear
If we goin' to drill you, you get caught, you better not shed a tear
I pour fours of that wock', yeah that drop, bitch i don't sip on no beer
I pull up on yo bitch with the knock, fuckin' sum 'bout bitch, i have her for real
Hundreds all blue like the navy seal
Before i roll up i take these pills
All of these opioids, yeah, for real
Luh bitch i'm opium, huh, he claim he got money, huh, huh, huh, then lil' nigga show me some, huh
I'm totin' that ten beam, huh, huh, huh i'm totin' that machine gun, huh
Nah, ain't shit funny, huh, i laugh at these niggas 'cause they all peons
I'm a designer junkie, huh, huh, huh, designer everything, huh

{bridge: ken carson}
Designer cars, huh, huh, huh, designer clothes, yeah
Designer my broad, uh, yeah, yeah, designer everything, uh
Designer everything, huh, huh, huh, designer everything, yeah
Designer everything, yeah, yeah, yeah, designer everything, yeah
Designer everything, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

{verse: destroy lonely}
Huh, designer everything, designer vehicles, designer wedding ring
Designer bitches, huh, designer hoes, tryna have sex with me
Designer drugs, huh, designer high, designer ecstasy
Designer swag, huh, designer fly, designer everything
Wake up, put down his flag, huh, that boy not gang, he just a bitch to me
Give a fuck who he is, fuck what he claim, huh, it don't mean shit to me
Give a fuck who she is, i don't care if she bad, she better get used to missin' me
Huh, we pourin' codeine, straight out the muhfuckin' pint, luh bitch, i'm pissin' pink
Chanel all over my boss, your bitch, she stepping all over the double seats
Seven-pointer-chains on my neck, c'mon, lets sail the seven seas
These niggas planktons, yeah, i'm cookin' the krabby patties, you can't get the recipe
Money comin' in, we add up it, and no we don't subtract a thing
Huh, huh, money man just walked in, uh, huh, yeah tell that broke man, "stop all that broke talking"
Tell dolce man, the balenci' man just walked in
I keep all my jewelry, broke niggas tradin' watches in

{verse: ken carson}
Wake up
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
Designer clothes, designer shoes, designer shirt, huh, huh
It's all these drugs for me and bitch, we off of the merks, uh, huh
This ain't no perc', huh, huh, this a quaalude, huh
Exotic my shoe, huh, huh, huh, exotic high, huh, i'm goin' to the moon
Huh, huh, huh, exotic vibes, yeah she off of them shrooms, uh, uh
Exotic whip, exotic coupe, huh, huh, huh
That lil' boy get dipped, he gettin' real screwed, huh, huh, huh
That lil' bitch get flipped, inside her too, huh, huh, huh
I leave her a tip because i'm not rude, uh, huh, huh
I pay my dues, huh, designer my shoes, huh, you could walk a mile in these
Marni mules, huh, huh, huh, huh

{chorus: ken carson}
Huh, huh, huh
Designer shoes, designer pants, designer shirt
You called me "designer man", huh, i got designer merch
If i fuck with her then, huh, i'ma put designer on her
Ba-len-ci-aga bag, bitch this not a purse
I done put balmain on my ass, and i prada'd her
I been switchin' lanes, goin' fast, bitch i'm outta here
And it's still free my niggas, yeah, yeah, let them outta there
I feel like jeff bezos, i get that bag, and then i'm outta there
Lately i been on my alien swag, bitch i'm outta here
Hol' up, let me switch the gear
If we goin' to drill you, you get caught, you better not shed a tear
I pour fours of that wock', yeah that drop, bitch i don't sip on no beer
I pull up on yo bitch with the knock, fuckin' sum 'bout bitch, i have her for real
Hundreds all blue like the navy seal
Before i roll up i take these pills
All of these opioids, yeah, for real
Luh bitch i'm opium, huh, he claim he got money, huh, huh, huh, then lil' nigga show me some, huh
I'm totin' that ten beam, huh, huh, huh i'm totin' that machine gun, huh
Nah, ain't shit funny, huh, i laugh at these niggas 'cause they all peons
I'm a designer junkie, huh, huh, huh, designer everything, huh

{outro: ken carson}
Designer everything, yeah, yeah, yeah, designer everything, yeah
Designer everything, yeah, yeah, yeah, designer everything, yeah
Designer everything, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah