Artist: Tyga Album: Well Done 3 (Mixtape) Song: Designer Typed by: AZ Lyrics The Watch Cost Me too; your bitch, free [Chorus 2X] All my shit designer All my shit designer All my shit designer I fucked your bitch in Cavalli All my shit designer All my shit designer All my shit designer I fucked your bitch in Versace, nigga Snakeskin, D.R., that was last spring Niggaz blogging now cause I got that gold thing Make these bitches scream, makes these pussies pop Killing niggaz for no reason, Trayvon This that Zimmerman, that drop head, they photoshop That real shit, my niggaz 'bout, your flaws out, I floss it out My dick hard, it's in your broad, I swear to God, I pulled it out My squirt Game, on her face I dick slap her, now I'm Dick Tracy Pea coat, c-notes, niggaz talking 'bout G's, though Honey cocaine took one for the team though That's real shit, I love her to death I fuck a bitch until she ain't wet Destroy your life with one check Just made another million dollars, nigga, what's next? [Chorus] [Outro] One verse, one hearse 'Bout to start bringing that shit out on y'all bitch ass niggaz