Prendas de Diseñador

Designer clothes
Babes that are all styled
Four phones in the drawer
But nothing's calling me now

Designer clothes
Babes that are all styled
Four phones in the drawer
But nothing's calling me now

Designer clothes and babes that look like they’re styled
I feel like I’m living in a museum
Chicks that are stuffed and posed
Here nobody says a thing, throw it in the sea and see if it floats
Your hoe never said a word, man

It’s her who’s obsessed
Smoking lab-grade weed, I almost feel like an experiment
If it’s not my dog, it’s a bitch sitting next to my seat
I don’t even know what I feel, I don’t live in the moment
It’s the same to me when I count thousands or when I count hundreds

I feel way too alone, I’m too into the skins
Honestly, I don’t know what I want, money doesn’t fill the void I have
It’s the same to me to have zero or to have millions
Cousin, I don’t lie
I say it in every track I make, but this shit I feel just keeps growing

I sold the car and won’t buy another until I can afford a plane
Someone else drives the car while I FaceTime your girl who’s in her room
He’s my brother and he lies to me looking me in the eyes, that’s called betrayal
I ignore those people who want to see me dead or in prison

Designer clothes
Babes that are all styled
Four phones in the drawer
But nothing's calling me now
Designer clothes
Babes that are all styled
Four phones in the drawer
But nothing's calling me now

I’m walking down the street
With a tank next to me, yeah, I’m packing heat with a gun and a knife
Always geared up
Everything’s fine until it goes bang
Everything’s fine until it goes bang

The devil whispers things in my ear, but I’m used to it now
That’s how it goes around here
The high doesn’t let me think
I want to escape this world
The work never ends and fame is sacred, call me Gaudí
With four women and I’m not Saudi

Designer clothes
Babes that are all styled
Four phones in the drawer
But nothing's calling me now.