{“I don’t see anything that could stand in our way…”}
[Chorus:] (I’m petty) Got my Gucci sneak’s on Gucci tee on, get my Gucci freak on E’rything I wear got a Gucci emblem I’m so Gucci gone say I’m in a Gucci zone (I’m petty) Got my Louie V hat with my Louie backpack with the stacks in that Where the Louie at? So you could pour another shot Cause, e’rything I rock Louie V to the socks
Who do it hotter in Prada? I ain’t from N.Y., do it (M-Y Way), so Sinatra You know my [?] not proper for the Oscars But I opt out for the Oxfords in the Oxford … Ha ha, that hurts Some’n by this oar got ’em tippin they fedoras Got the ladies bein whores cause we’re ballin out stores I coordinate on e’rything I wore So ladies know him now say, “That was him before” Fresh as the core in my Christian Diors
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Got me smellin like Chanel Well, that’s my female, shorty gets that mail In them transparent 90-millimeter heels In them Red Bottoms showin off them Christian Lou-B’s Heels… that’s real E-e-e’rything ’bout her scream Dolce & Gabanna with the bowlin ball bag showin out at Caribana Lil’ mama, she a stunner Tweed dress on, no panties up under Catch her on Queens Street ballin at the boutiques, holla
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BME, Black Market Entertainment Obie Trice (Obie Trice, Obie Trice) New shit… so bent
Guess the man lucky, she ain’t glam luxury We as a couple get (Fresher) than Douglas E. Double up on my duds where the logos be So Polo duplicate on me, guess that’s why they hate Obie They can see