DJ Mustard - Giuseppe lyrics

[Hook: 2 Chainz] You couldn't walk in my Giuseppee shoes, walk in my Giuseppee shoes b**h you couldn't walk in my Giuseppee shoes, walk in my Giuseppee shoes I'm wearin' designer clothes, takin' designer d** Hoes show me love when I'm inside the club (?), man that boy co*kin' loot I paid for the p**y man but it ain't somethin' that I often do [Verse 1: 2 Chainz] Treat her like a prostitute, purse with the matchin' boots I hit her in the driveway like it's a mansion in the f**in' coupe All we do is go get it, I'm allergic to broke n***as Achoo, Achoo And even if I'm playin' ball, the cheapest thing I got on is 450 Rappers try to befriend a n***a On skinny a** tie, wearin' skinny a** tie My outfit from the Grammys might k** you n***a Chief cook crab legs with a Don Perigean n***a I'm a f**in' don n***a, put a f**in' (?) in him Giuseppes and (?) on your motherf**in' lawn n***a Steppin' on your sofa, roll it on your old homie Her a** so big, she need a f**in' alarm on it [Hook: 2 Chainz] [Verse 2: Yo Gotti] Club toxic with the zero print Gold on the tip, pay your f**in' rent She only rock heels, she a bad b**h 30 bands in the shoebox from the last brick Money don't talk, it just look good Put me in a suit and tie, still I look hood Designer hoes, Atlanta hoes Couple bougie b**hes from the west coast In my white on white Giuseppes n***a I'm fresh to d**h, can't help it Memphis my hood, I reppin' Love ratchet b**hes, I love it, can't help it Black and yellow Lambo, oreo space coupe Jump out with them 'seppes on lookin' like space boots (?) Rollie watch (?) n***a lookin' antique Just counted out another million, that's a cool week [Hook: 2 Chainz] [Verse 3: Jeezy] I see that grill on the two door lookin' barracuda You know that barrel on the Desert Eagle lookin' like a tuba Five or six Rollies, flexin' like I'm Lex Luger Chop the rocks with the razor and my hand, lookin' Freddie Kruger I'm a fool with the (?) but my fork game viscous Lil man b**h, keep the (?), Merry Christmas I'm a (?) wearin' (?) Clyde Christian a** n***a You keep my name in your mouth, always b**hin' a** n***a Swear the roof on this motherf**er lookin' like a scarlet Is that a half a million dollar car? sh** it gotta be These n***as is your enemies, that's just my philosophy And all these swagger jackin' n***as owe you an apology Icy white, two bricks on my feet n***a (?) makin' money while I sleep n***a Cop the (?) and cop the (?) stylin' My Air Force 1's you couldn't walk a mile in 'em [Hook: 2 Chainz]