Sketchers looking like Balenciaga
Thrift clothes looking like the Prada
Whole fit lit, it cost me nada
Bitches always talking, I give them all nada
I'm so fly, I don't even try
I get so high, I can touch the sky
Dress for myself, I don't dress for hype
I dress for myself, you dress for the likes
Looking like a milli' but I only cost twenty
Ain't a fucking thing that no one could tell me
I drop the fits and I drop the hits
Pull the alarm as soon as it's lit
Bitches be pressed I make bitches sick
Bitches be mad I blow them a kiss
Drip everywhere on account of the clothes
I'm going dumb switch up on my flow
I be right up when I'm down ten toes
Always make a lot of money selling out my shows
And I'm blessed with the drip
I smoke 'em big choppers, go get me a zip
Sketchers looking like Balenciaga
Thrift clothes looking like the Prada
Bitches always talking I give them all nada
I'm so fly, I don't even try
I get so high, I can touch the sky
Dress for myself, I don't dress for hype
I dress for myself, you dress for the likes
My priorities straight I don't know about you
Sketchers looking like Balenciaga
Thrift clothes looking like the Prada
Bitches always talking I give them all nada
I'm so fly, I don't even try
I get so high, I can touch the sky
Dress for myself, I don't dress for hype
I dress for myself, you dress for the likes