Fake Designer Bitch

Fake, fake designer bitch, but you better not snitch
I could buy the real, but I'm tryna get rich
Fake designer bitch, got the new Vagenciagas
He asked what's on my clit, baby, that's my brand new Pradas
No Tiffany & Co., bitch, you gotta fucking go
I slap him, tell him no, I rock Blasphemy and Ho
Versace, what a bore, Consachi, give me more
Fuck me on the Michael floor, I'm a fake label whore

I'm a rich bitch, still rocking fake shit
Dollar store bag with a whole lot of swag
Money never changed me, still been the queen bee
Still rocking thrifty, bitches on a shopping spree
I'm a rich bitch, still rocking fake shit
Dollar store bag with a whole lot of swag
Money never changed me, still been the queen bee
Still rocking thrifty, bitches on a shopping spree

She said, "Baby, I want some Pradas," say less
Garage to Canal, now we both well-dressed
She wanna go to Canal Street to go shopping
Buy it for the price of one, yeah, we copping
She gon' fuck me in Prada, fuck me in Fuge

Out for low budget, not for Louis
Fake designer tits, fake designer scarf
Fake designer body, it's a work of art

Take her out to eat, canard à la presse
Pop another Percocet, I know it's press
Fake Gucci skirt wrapped on her fake butt
Ten thousand dollar butt, that's designer butt
First class when I fly her out just to fuck
She got a work of art hanging off her ass
Five thousand ones in a fake Dior bag
My shit fake and still look better, hoes mad

I'm a rich bitch, still rocking fake shit
Dollar store bag with a whole lot of swag
Money never changed me, still been the queen bee
Still rocking thrifty, bitches on a shopping spree

Strip, stripper ass bitch, honey, now I'm fucking rich
Apartment in midtown, still rocking fake shit
Got gold on my tits, cheap Prosecco on my clit
Sparkle on the glass, slice of diamonds on my ass
Mink around my neck, Walmart on my wrist
I'm a rich bitch, bitch, but I order on Wish
Looking like a milli with a ten cent mirror
I got a dupe drip and they all wanna be her