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All My T-Shirts Designer

by Desiigner

[Intro]
Hey
I done got so rich all my T-shirts designer, ya, ya, ya
Boss talk, with the family you know what I'm saying, udigg
Wheezy beatz
Hey

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I done got so rich all my T-shirts designers, yeah
I done stacked it up so tall need a ladder just to climb it, hey
You just got a flooded AP, why the f*ck is you crying? hey
Put a big carat in your ring, sing to you like Mariah, aye

[Post-Chorus: Young Thug]
Birds sang tweetle dee
Left, right back up still got the fire
Left, the top, the right, the bottom of the closet designer
Unique, no dresser, I did it, myself, it's all, designer

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
I poured up a four then I spiked it with a Xan now my day real slow (yeah)
Imma go big, lit, jump off it, do it slow motion
Imma go put a n*gga on to the drip, gone give em' a potion (gone give em' a potion)
Baby speed up, can you re-up re-up
I don't give a f*ck about your past
I give you what you want just ask
Start from the front to the back
If they play with you imma spazz
Imma spaz on her man
Imma spaz on his clan
f*cking spazz on his mom and dad, stiff a n*gga I know you love that
I turn your rocks into sand
Your named engraved it on the plane
Delta and private ain't the same
It's about time for your upgrade
When I give you this name
I hope you don't change
She looked at me and replied
She said, "Man you know I'm with the slimes!"

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I done got so rich all my T-shirts designers, yeah
I done stacked it up so tall need a ladder just to climb it, hey
You just got a flooded AP, why the f*ck is you crying? hey
Put a big carat in your ring, sing to you like Mariah, aye

[Post-Chorus: Young Thug]
Birds sang tweetle dee
Left, right back up still got the fire
Left, the top, the right, the bottom of the closet designer
Unique, no dresser, I did it, myself, it's all, designer

[Bridge: Desiigner]
Some n*ggas down to ride for a n*gga, some n*ggas homicide for a n*gga, aye
Presidential presidents, that's my lil ride lil n*gga
Lil mobbin lil n*gga
We goin get it on outside lil n*gga
Bullets flying through the ride lil n*gga, aye
Overnight, zombie walk
Imma get it alright lil n*gga
Be al-

[Verse 2: Desiigner]
Hundred Gs... Jump out, Honda Civic
All this lean got me drippin
Hundred things got me drippin, [?] go 'n' get it
Me and Young Thug, Birdman came through go get 'em
All my n*ggas getting to the money, came back
Never f*ck with you
These mans f*ck with you
Rich man f*ck with you
We gon' chill on the paper and go get it
Double cup with the lean and a couple strippers
You be toting that sh*t and ain't rolling with n*ggas
I got money, these n*gga roll with a n*ggas
Big beam hit, n*gga controlling it

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I done got so rich all my T-shirts designers, yeah
I done stacked it up so tall need a ladder just to climb it, hey
You just got a flooded AP, why the f*ck is you crying? hey
Put a big carat in your ring, sing to you like Mariah, aye

[Post-Chorus: Young Thug]
Birds sang tweetle dee
Left, right back up still got the fire
Left, the top, the right, the bottom of the closet designer
Unique, no dresser, I did it, myself, it's all, designer

[Verse 3: Young Thug]
Holler at your crew, pull up
Go and tell your crew pull up
Go brazy massacre
This that lifestyle, go 'n' boot up
Make me make a bag pull up
I'll make a Jag pull up
Big booty, I Mick Jagger her
But, if she ain't f*cking, let her cab pull up
Bout five n*ggas jacking
You f*ck n*ggas after me
The rats was chasing and they captured me
Rich school, I'm a graduate
All my old hoes harassing me
All these po-pos harassing me
How am I supposed to give back
When every time I do it, man, they raid that?
My paper say I'm claustrophobic
They still put me in the paddy-wagon
They wonder why we capping back at them
I fell and now I'm right back at it
These diamonds got these b*tches staring at it
These diamonds got these n*ggas plotting on it
But how you gonna take something from them [?]
Plus this blood money

[Bridge: Desiigner]
Some n*ggas down to ride for a n*gga, some n*ggas homicide for a n*gga, aye
Presidential presidents, that's my lil ride lil n*gga
Lil mobbin lil n*gga
We goin get it on outside lil n*gga
Bullets flying through the ride lil n*gga, aye
Overnight, zombie walk
Imma get it alright lil n*gga
Be alright lil n*gga

[Post-Chorus: Young Thug]
Birds sang tweetle dee
Left, right back up still got the fire
Left, the top, the right, the bottom of the closet designer
Unique, no dresser, I did it, myself, it's all, designer

[Outro: Desiigner, Young Thug & Both]
Calling babe, Hey
Calling baby, Hey
Calling baby, Hey
Calling babe, We gotta go and get it
Calling baby, Run up and go and get it, Hey
Come, let's play, ahh
Come, let's play, I don't know nothing, but I'm seeing stars
I don't know nothing, but I'm...
I don't know nothing, but I'm seeing stars
f*ck n*gga, f*ck with us
These mans buss with you
[?] with you
I ain't [?], but I'm seeing stars