[Chorus]
'Cause it's really all eyes on me
That's why got designer and Versace on me
That's why I got a bunch of bad bitches on me
And I keep it on me 'cause they say they want me
On me, on me, these ho's on me, on me, on me
Designer clothes on me
'Cause it's really all eyes on me
That's why got designer and Versace on me
That's why I got a bunch of bad bitches on me
And I keep it on me 'cause they say they want me
On me, on me, these ho's on me, on me, on me
Designer clothes on me
[Verse 1]
I make money, smoke kush in the telly
Keep it on me, what the fuck you tryna to tell me?
Fuck with grown women, these niggas R Kelly
No Meek Mill, but y'all don't really hear me
Eighteen, tryna get rich in the game
Plus my name ringin' bells so your bitch know my name
Designer on me, got Versace on me
And I keep a shorty with me, 'case I'm feelin' lonely
Fuck a rap beef, that's macaroni
You can pass me the strap, I ain't clapping for free
It's a hit for the bands, I'll get it done
Don't walk through the block, nigga, where you from?
Money, chains, brain, frames I can't get enough
Came a long way savin' my pennies up
I ain't into robbing yutes for they petty stuff
Kick a door down, hands up, and they up
Niggas be hatin' on me
Just cause they bitches be lovin' on me
I member sittin' in my room all week
Thinking bout how I'm gon' get me that cheese
I couldn't pray, couldn't fall to my knees
'Cause I know I'm a sinner, I'm ashamed of my deeds
It's not a good thing to fuck up with me
I'm just sayin' the real, you can put that on me
'Cause it's really all eyes on me
That's why got designer and Versace on me
That's why I got a bunch of bad bitches on me
And I keep it on me 'cause they say they want me
On me, on me, these ho's on me, on me, on me
Designer clothes on me
'Cause it's really all eyes on me
That's why got designer and Versace on me
That's why I got a bunch of bad bitches on me
And I keep it on me 'cause they say they want me
On me, on me, these ho's on me, on me, on me
Designer clothes on me
[Verse 1]
I make money, smoke kush in the telly
Keep it on me, what the fuck you tryna to tell me?
Fuck with grown women, these niggas R Kelly
No Meek Mill, but y'all don't really hear me
Eighteen, tryna get rich in the game
Plus my name ringin' bells so your bitch know my name
Designer on me, got Versace on me
And I keep a shorty with me, 'case I'm feelin' lonely
Fuck a rap beef, that's macaroni
You can pass me the strap, I ain't clapping for free
It's a hit for the bands, I'll get it done
Don't walk through the block, nigga, where you from?
Money, chains, brain, frames I can't get enough
Came a long way savin' my pennies up
I ain't into robbing yutes for they petty stuff
Kick a door down, hands up, and they up
Niggas be hatin' on me
Just cause they bitches be lovin' on me
I member sittin' in my room all week
Thinking bout how I'm gon' get me that cheese
I couldn't pray, couldn't fall to my knees
'Cause I know I'm a sinner, I'm ashamed of my deeds
It's not a good thing to fuck up with me
I'm just sayin' the real, you can put that on me
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