Knowledge The Pirate - Her Vice lyrics

She don't wear the same thing twice Changing clothes is her vice Lots of money in her pocket book And she stay wearing the natural look [Verse 1: Roc Marciano] Chanel smell, detail fingernail Benz CL she yell, "never pay retail" Sleeped in Cazals on the DL Popped the E pill Crocodile olive green Gucci belt Steaming in the spot Fendi head tie, I watched her exercise After breakfast and ma**age Played the high rises kinda posh fly ambiance Body parts extreme line like Ferrari cars f**in' her hard, I caught a Charlie Horse Spokes soft, 'Lo Sport Dripped in Armani like body wash Red bottom b**h Thick hippopotamus hips Fall in the closet like a bottomless pit Got a fit, nothing but designer sh** Inside of it to pull out Fly like bullets in a shootout Blue medal gal shoe sale spell L'Oreal story to tell Three-quarter pell [Hook] [Verse 2: Roc Marciano] Prada bags, pop tags, hopping out of Jags Bypa**, brolic a**, fat bottom half Jordache stash, fashion ave cla** Drags of hash Coffee with the splash will have your head Mascara on the eyelash, just a tad like Stacey Dash Head up to Macy's in a cab you flag Marc Jacob shaded gla**, Burberry plaid Jet lag abs, It's like a model on a Guess ad Throw back a bottle in a mess tab Flesh you stab, I rip the dress with the leather straps She laughed at the rap And denim with the Apple Bottom patch You shallow like water in a bottle cap Borrowing hats, Louis Vuitton shower caps Towel to match, wolves howl at Devour the outlet rack Take a power nap then bounce back Jeans run her a** about a stack How's that [Hook] [Verse 3: Knowledge the Pirate] What she like, huh? Surfing, cycling, tennis, yoga Four seasons resorts Walking around in them biker shorts ESPN on the screen, she watches sports Panamera banana Porsche, peeling off Hermes bags, Kara Ross, Chanels j**els, Christian Dior Bottega Veneta, Nanette Lepore A millie a poochie in and out the Gucci store 36-32-48, this bad b**h increased the murder rate She dressed to k** in them Giuseppe heels sh** is real, she got the sk**s to pay the bills She love popping them tags Hopping them Jags Shopping on 5th ave Tryna grab whatever she can have 18 karats in gold, 20 karats in ice Yeah, she gon' live that life [Hook]