ICYTWAT - Die in Designer lyrics

[Intro: Wintertime] Yeah, yeah, ayy, ayy Yeah, yeah, ayy, ayy Okay, aight, okay, aight, okay, aight Yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah, yeah [Hook: Wintertime] I wanna die in designer, I wanna die in designer I wanna die in designer, I wanna die in designer Bury my body in Gucci, bury my body in Prada Bury my body in Gucci, bury my body in Prada I wanna die in designer, I wanna die in designer I wanna die in designer, I wanna die in designer Bury my body in Gucci, bury my body in Prada Bury my body in Gucci, bury my body in Prada [Verse 1: Wintertime] I can point out a beginner, I can point out a pretender I wanna die in designer, I wanna die in the winter I had to glo on my own and you know that I'm with it, I had to go get it I had to glo on my own shawty, I can be flexin' on all my old b**hes All of a sudden you miss me, all of a sudden you miss me I told lil' shawty too bad, I gotta get to these M's I don't f** with you lil' b**h, I don't want friends, I want a Benz I don't f** with you lil' b**h, I don't want friends, I want a Benz [Hook: Wintertime] I wanna die in designer, I wanna die in designer I wanna die in designer, I wanna die in designer Bury my body in Gucci, bury my body in Prada Bury my body in Gucci, bury my body in Prada I wanna die in designer, I wanna die in designer I wanna die in designer, I wanna die in designer Bury my body in Gucci, bury my body in Prada Bury my body in Gucci, bury my body in Prada [Verse 2: Nessly] I just poured up one, it costed me two Me and my b**h both rock Jimmy Choo Pay a translator, she from Peru Inside her pants it looks like she got two balloons Shawty so wet that I gotta get a canoe Shawty so thick she should probably be in a zoo The type of b**h you see in a video shoot We rock designer, we both go in for the loot When I die, throw me in that f**in' Gucci or that Gosha All that real gold up on my neck, ain't no corrodin' And you know I design my d**, lean in my soda Shawty like me too, except she play 'round with that c**a Red bottom my cup, babe where there's Hi-Tech You know me I turn up for that finance When I die dress me up in atleast 500 bands I'm so for real they're like, Nessly you really something man [Hook: Wintertime] I wanna die in designer, I wanna die in designer I wanna die in designer, I wanna die in designer Bury my body in Gucci, bury my body in Prada Bury my body in Gucci, bury my body in Prada I wanna die in designer, I wanna die in designer I wanna die in designer, I wanna die in designer Bury my body in Gucci, bury my body in Prada Bury my body in Gucci, bury my body in Prada