Label Whore

drill rap, melodic pop r&b Chorus, epic opening and ending, husky male vocals

V6-WILD

[Chorus]
Moschino
And gucci.
Louie on my booty.
Prada,
Armani.
Balenciaga on my footing.
Smell the fabric, you know it so expensive.
No matter the cost, i wear it to show off.
Treat myself to the best shit.
I'm worth all that and more.
I'm a label whore.

[Verse 2]
Stuck up, yeah I'm stuck up.
Made songs about my come up.
Made songs about my hard work.
Telling you fools not to run up.
'Cause you will get done up.
Mentioned about my expensive taste, and how I'm worth every dolla.
From body and style i got it all now.
Yeah, I'm conceited.
Narcissistic maybe.
Confidence it's what i see, and no one can match me.
I talk my shit because i can.
Keep that same energy no matter where i go and where I've been.

[Bridge Breakdown]
Swipe that card, no limit.
Tax bracket not in your mentions.
Swipe that card, no limit
Tax bracket not in your mentions.

[Verse 3]
Fade tight, diamonds glistening.
Face card never declining.
My skin glowing like the fresh evening.
Never struggle to pinch pennies.
Always on my grind until the morning shine.
Don't clock out until it's time.
Shift differential, timed with the overtime.
Have my bank account overflowing with commas and dimes.
Different color shearlings with the shoes to match.
Making sure i have that expensive batch.
Nighas asking where they can cop that.
Show them the price and they say, naw you got that.

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[Verse 1] Walk into the store… I shut it down! Move to the side, i purchased all in town. Snatched the tags off, no returns. Apparently I'm a material girl. Always been seen as the flyest nigha. Fashion on point from head to toe. Burberry on my feet. Tom Ford on my eyes. Hermès shirt and pants, I'm the whole bag. No need for fries. Five star luxury hotels and rides. I'm up, you can never reach my level even if you tried. [Chorus] Moschino And gucci. Louie on my booty. Prada, Armani. Balenciaga on my footing. Smell the fabric, you know it so expensive. No matter the cost, i wear it to show off. Treat myself to the best shit. I'm worth all that and more. I'm a label whore. [Verse 2] Stuck up, yeah I'm stuck up. Made songs about my come up. Made songs about my hard work. Telling you fools not to run up. 'Cause you will get done up. Mentioned about my expensive taste, and how I'm worth every dolla. From body and style i got it all now. Yeah, I'm conceited. Narcissistic maybe. Confidence it's what i see, and no one can match me. I talk my shit because i can. Keep that same energy no matter where i go and where I've been. [Chorus] Moschino And gucci. Louie on my booty. Prada, Armani. Balenciaga on my footing. Smell the fabric, you know it so expensive. No matter the cost, i wear it to show off. Treat myself to the best shit. I'm worth all that and more. I'm a label whore. [Bridge Breakdown] Swipe that card, no limit. Tax bracket not in your mentions. Swipe that card, no limit Tax bracket not in your mentions. [Verse 3] Fade tight, diamonds glistening. Face card never declining. My skin glowing like the fresh evening. Never struggle to pinch pennies. Always on my grind until the morning shine. Don't clock out until it's time. Shift differential, timed with the overtime. Have my bank account overflowing with commas and dimes. Different color shearlings with the shoes to match. Making sure i have that expensive batch. Nighas asking where they can cop that. Show them the price and they say, naw you got that. [Chorus] Moschino And gucci. Louie on my booty. Prada, Armani. Balenciaga on my footing. Smell the fabric, you know it so expensive. No matter the cost, i wear it to show off. Treat myself to the best shit. I'm worth all that and more. I'm a label whore.

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