Designer Fine - Lil Poppa

DJ Swift on the track

Seph got the waves

Love her, but I can’t afford her

Every bitch the world, she want you to spoil her

She want Louis, she want Fendi, Prada

Balenciaga

I love her, but I can’t afford her ('Ford her)

You can give a bitch the world, she still want you to spoil her (Spoil her)

She want Gucci, she want Louis, she want Fendi, Prada (Prada)

Still got some niggas that’ll step in some Balenciagas (Some Balenciagas)

Say if you need 'em, let me know and there won’t be a problem (Be a problem)

Lookin' for my queen like Prince Akeem, I’m just tryna find her (I'm just tryna

find her)

Let me know if you for me 'cause ain’t no need to even waste my time (My time)

Fuck what them hoes said, their opinion make a dime (Dime)

She rockin' Dolce, my lil' baby designer fine (Fine)

Don’t know what to call her, I call her mine

And damn near, Lord, the last dawg of mine

I put you over every thought of mine

Since the first time we been fuckin' all the time

Let the sunshine in, open all the blinds

Knowin' that I’ma leave

Another text I gotta read

Another text that I don’t need

When I ain’t stressin', I don’t bleed

If I ain’t rest then I don’t eat

And I been goin', bitch, I don’t sleep

You must’ve heard that I don’t speak

Brains on the curb by his feet

See, that wasn’t nothin', he was sleep

See, he played snake, so that was creep

All these broken hearts, I’m done with

I’m 'bout to pack my shit and take it back to London

Wanna be on the PJ with PJ, I’m tryna have my son with me

Lil' shawty want the world and everything that come with it

Fuck what they thinkin', they can take they opinions and run with 'em

I love her, but I can’t afford her ('Ford her)

You can give a bitch the world, she still want you to spoil her (Spoil her)

She want Gucci, she want Louis, she want Fendi, Prada (Prada)

Still got some niggas that’ll step in some Balenciagas (Some Balenciagas)

Say if you need 'em, let me know and there won’t be a problem (Be a problem)

Lookin' for my queen like Prince Akeem, I’m just tryna find her (I'm just tryna

find her)

Let me know if you for me 'cause ain’t no need to even waste my time (My time)

Fuck what them hoes said, their opinion make a dime (Dime)

She rockin' Dolce, my lil' baby designer fine (Fine)

Don’t know what to call her, I call her mine

And damn near, Lord, the last dawg of mine

I put you over every thought of mine

I been lookin' for you all the time

Thank God, ignored all the signs

It ain’t my fault they blamin' me

So therefore, every fault is mine

Know you wanna see me, so I hit you up on FaceTime

'Cause you know I ain’t got time, so you want me to make time

Why them niggas don’t break they neck for me the way I break mine?

Heard it through the grapevine you love the way I break spines

I don’t know why they lyin'

I ain’t never fucked her, and that number, yeah, that ain’t mine

And I hear he a sucker for that pussy, that why they dyin'

And I been in my prime like I’m Kobe, number eight

When I ain’t there she get to cryin', it’s okay, I’m on my way

I love her, but I can’t afford her ('Ford her)

You can give a bitch the world, she still want you to spoil her (Spoil her)

She want Gucci, she want Louis, she want Fendi, Prada (Prada)

Still got some niggas that’ll step in some Balenciagas (Some Balenciagas)

Say if you need 'em, let me know and there won’t be a problem (Be a problem)

Lookin' for my queen like Prince Akeem, I’m just tryna find her (I'm just tryna

find her)

Let me know if you for me 'cause ain’t no need to even waste my time (My time)

Fuck what them hoes said, their opinion make a dime (Dime)

She rockin' Dolce, my lil' baby designer fine (Fine)

Love her, but I can’t afford her (Afford her)

Give a bitch the world, she still want you to spoil her (Spoil her)

She want Gucci, she want Louis, she want Fendi, Prada (Fendi, Prada)

Still got ahh⁠— step in some Balenciagas (Some Balenciagas)

Let me know and there won’t be a problem