Yfn Lucci Designer Junkie Lyrics

[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
Water hell of a feeling, huh
You wouldn't understand it
These niggas wouldn't understand it

[Chorus: YFN Lucci]
Hey, I'm a designer junky
I'm a designer junky
I'm a designer junky
I'm a designer junky
I'm in a space coupe
All of my cars foreign
I got a new boo
Out of my borrowed foreign

[Verse 2: YFN Lucci]
Hey, I'm a designer junky
I just want Prada, I just want Fendi
I just brought a Bentley and pulled 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 likes Givenchy 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 junky
I'm a designer junky
I'm a designer junky
I'm a designer junky
I'm in a space coupe
All of my cars foreign
I got a new boo
Out of my borrowed foreign

[Verse 3: Bankroll Freddie]
I fell in love Dior (Dior)
I put Chanel on my whore (Chanel)
Versace rugs on my floor (Versace)
Cartier diamonds galore
And I know you ain't got these
These are one-on-one
Jacket by Louis Vuitton
Burberry [?]
I want that bag for my son
I 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'f*ckin' [?] (Run it up)
[?]

[Chorus: YFN Lucci]
Hey, I'm a designer junky
I'm a designer junky
I'm a designer junky
I'm a designer junky
I'm in a space cruize
Out of my car foreign
I got a new boo
Out of my borrowed foreign