Designer Healthy Chill (Ft. Gucci Mane & YFN Lucci)

[Chorus: Healthy Chill]
Whole lot of designers, but ain't nobody robbin' me
Now you so bad, baby it's a robbery
Look at them hatin', but they ain't nothin' but bottom feedin'
Young nigga with that sack, young nigga with that sack on me
Just a young nigga with a sack, young nigga with a sack on me
Young nigga with a sack, young nigga keep that strap on me
I'm a young nigga with a sack, young nigga with a sack on me
Young nigga with a sack, you know I keep them sticks on me

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
As soon as that money change hands then my mind pass
Half real and half misty, have to get one off bad
Came up on 'em and said it was clean but halfass
I lost the pack, not stressin' that 'cause God gon' give my blessin' back
Me, PeeWee, and Fendi we spent fifty, who are those cats?
Three-sixty on a Bentley, told 'em give me that, who does that?
I think I'm David Copperfield, pull rabbits out a fuckin' hat
I'm silent rappin', rabbit food a gangster move, I need a sack
I take your bitch and giver her back, got so much cash, can't tote it all
Twin Range Rovers called 'caine and crack, so many cars, still ain't drove 'em all
My kiko got players throwin' grenades and they'll explode the wall
Some choppers and that gasolina 'cause Guwop tryna server the wall

[Chorus: Healthy Chill]
Whole lot of designers, but ain't nobody robbin' me
Now you so bad, baby it's a robbery
Look at them hatin', but they ain't nothin' but bottom feedin'
Young nigga with that sack, young nigga with that sack on me
Just a young nigga with a sack, young nigga with a sack on me
Young nigga with a sack, young nigga keep that strap on me
I'm a young nigga with a sack, young nigga with a sack on me
Young nigga with a sack, you know I keep them sticks on me