Obie Trice - Petty lyrics

I don't see anything that could
Stand in our way

(I'm petty) Got my Gucci sneaks on
Gucci tee on, get my Gucci freak on
Everything I wear got a Gucci emblem
I'm so Gucci gonna 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, everything I rock Louie V to the socks

Who do it hotter in Prada?
I ain't from NY, do it M-Y Way, so Sinatra
You know my is not proper for the Oscars
But, I opt out for the Oxfords in the Oxford
Ha ha, that hurts something by this oar got
'em tipping they fedoras
Got the ladies being whores cause
We're balling out stores
I coordinate on everything I wore
So ladies know him now say
"That was him before"
Fresh as the core in my Christian Diors

Got me smelling like Chanel
Well, that's my female, shorty gets that mail
In them transparent 90-millimeter heels
In them Red Bottoms showing
Off them Christian Lou-B's heels that's real
E-e-everything 'bout her scream
Dolce & Gabanna with the bowling ball bag
Showing out at Caribana
Lil' mama, she a stunner
Tweed dress on, no panties up under
Catch her on Queens Street
Balling at the boutiques, holla

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