Gangsta in Designer (No Concept)

Nigga ain't got no concept to this shit
 So I was just on some crazy shit like...
 Yeah
 Bad bitch - long hair, skin pretty, curvy ass
 Flat stomach - double D's, please be the berkin bag
 Designer heels - her man's pants how you fit in that?
 (Hehehehe, yeah you feel me right? Heh)
 Look at me - Ray-Bans, I ain't tryin to see you fags
 Jean jacket - different colored pants, I ain't tryin to match
 Smooth watch - tag and see my ass pop the thirty tag
 Okay I'm "energized", say my tunes turn her on
 This ain't "Enterprise" but kick it boo, let's bring it on
 I'm hella high, back to back I smoke alone
 Unless my nigga Soul around then fuck it cause let's blow a zone
 Now carry on, assume you niggaz need a loan
 Quit it with the textin cause and go and make a song
 My foreign ho, bitch call me a maricon
 Always rockin shit I never seen or I never known
 Name grown, overseas fitted
 Sergio Tacchini shirt, real Grippa slippers
 Y.S.L., see the logo on my zipper
 Broad servin me she goin down, yeah I had to tip her
 Uhh, a-ten-hut!
 HiiPoWeR bitch! Let 'em know the players here
 I said HiiPoWeR bitch! Gimme gangster of the year
 This for my holmes on Figg and homies on the tier
 Always keep this shit groovy nigga not sheds a tear
 Black gat, black whip, no tags on it
 Face tats cause for sure gon' throw the mask on it
 Burner on my lap, nigga motherfuck the cops
 DEA and all the feds gon' be my murder plot
 Money cash hoes by the dozen
 Never started crackin bitches started cookin onions
 Uhh; now my weed habit always funded
 And these college broads be fuckin do whatever have 'em flunkin
 Uhh, a-ten-hut! Yeah
 Bad bitch - long hair, skin pretty, curvy ass
 Flat stomach - double D's, please be the berkin bag
 Designer heels - her man's pants how you fit in that?
 (Hehehehe, yeah you feel me right? Heh)
 Look at me - Ray-Bans, I ain't tryin to see you fags
 Jean jacket - different colored pants, I ain't tryin to match
 Smooth watch - tag and see my ass pop the thirty tag
 Bitch say she like my songs, so I do her
 She love a street nigga that done jumped up out the cooler
 Young ass entrepreneur
 In the 40 40 club, trippin like I ain't from Hoover
 No bottles, no tables, I just wanna fuck
 You you you and you, yeah they know whassup
 Only one at a time, baby slow it down
 Just wait up in the front and listen to the sounds
 She doin all the things you say she say do
 Swallow evidence her boyfriend never had a clue
 Stickin to the script like motherfuckin glue
 Got your birdie on my wood like the bitches from the Lou
 Ohh, a-ten-hut!
 Bad bitch - long hair, skin pretty, curvy ass
 Flat stomach - double D's, please be the berkin bag
 Designer heels - her man's pants how you fit in that?
 (Hehehehe, yeah you feel me right? Heh)
 Look at me - Ray-Bans, I ain't tryin to see you fags
 Jean jacket - different colored pants, I ain't tryin to match
 Smooth watch - tag and see my ass pop the thirty tag