Skippa Da Flippa - Designer lyrics

[Hook: Skippa Flippa] Your girl just hit me, [?] Two handcuffs, Ferragamo, everything is designer [?] and them stacks all in my closet Fall off, I'ma sell my closet, if I fall off I'ma sell my closet [Verse 1: Skippa Flippa] It 'on't even matter what it cost, sell my closet Already done bought it, couldn't even charge the deposit It 'on't even matter what it cost, I already bought it You can go and [?] for the profit Young rich n***as seen a half a mil, I ain't even have to go to college Raised by my momma, n***a, no father figure, in the streets, taught me my knowledge Designer, designer designer, designer designer Versace, red bottoms, I got it from trappin' Nirvana And I got commas, I'm trappin' in Hondas I'm hot as a sauna, put it on my momma, I'm feelin' Capasana That b**h from Ghana, she don't do Kwanzaa, she lick the anaconda Follow me down to the cellar, 30 pair Maison Margielas I don't do Jimmy Choo's, ye ain't get the Prada, not a lot of guala [?] suit, shoes Dolce Gabanna, n***a I'm a mobster On my b**h, Alexander McQueen, Robin my jeans, you still rockin' my schemes Think you fresh? n***a you ain't clean, you think you fresh? n***a you ain't clean [Hook: Skippa Flippa] [Verse 2: Johnny Cinco] Whole lot of red bottoms up in my closet Whole lot of Jimmy Choo's next to my [?] Damn, whole lot of Louis V up in my closet Whole line of [?] If I ever go broke, I'ma sell my closet If I ever go broke, I'ma sell that Mazi I want me a Bentley, no more rockin' Fendi Still rock the lower Givenchy, I like my ho in Givenchy 'Bout the dollar, I'm 'bout the almighty dollar Burberry still on my collars, hop out the coupe like a Rasta Hop out the coupe like a [?] We on shrimp, lobster and pasta [Hook: Skippa Flippa]