‎h3artcrush, Punkinloveee - Designer stuff lyrics

Feel me up if I'm in the
Club you know I'm coked up
Flexing stuff who wants smoke with us?
My haters broke as fuck
Let's get high on drugs
Give her designer drugs
She loves designer stuff
Rick Owens jeans, not big ass Truey jeans
I rock the finer stuff
Diamonds on my neck and they
Dance like Elvis Presley
I just got a check and I blew it all already
Zombie Gang
Zombie Gang your clique is so lame
Laughing out the bank
Laughing out the bank straight to the club
Why won't you leave me lonе? Leave me lonе
Please don't lead me on
They wanna know where I go
I'm in my bag and I'm still going up

Let's go, Zombie Gang, yeah
I said fuck the fame (I said fuck the fame)
You can see it in my face
I ain't playin' games (playin' games)
Let's go hit a stain
Bust some muthafuckin' brains
On my wrist a Plain Jane
Big stuff, get out my face (out my face)
Throwin' fifties, throwin' hunnids
'Cus money don't mean nothing
And I'm chillin out with Punkin
Already shknow we up to something
Don't test me to see if I'm bluffing
Wipe your nose and get to running
I stop drinking Henessy
I start drinking Rémy rémy bottles coming in
Fuck it up, we spend all bands
Imma do it all again boy you play pretend

Bitch I want some brains popped 3 today
Bitch I'm finna bang bang
I'm a zombie, fuck the fame
Bitch I'm stacking up cash bitch annoying
Dropping dead in the club
Bitch I'm feeling gorey redneck shawty
And she all up on me
And I pull up at the club, bitch
In a fucking 'rari