Stella McCartney

Lyrics

[Intro: Future] I'm tryna get you high, I'm tryna get you fly (Wheezy outta here) I'm tryna get you high, girl, I'm tryna get you fly I'm tryna get you fly, I'm tryna get you fly, girl [Chorus: Future] Stella McCartney, I'm drippin' on swag, and I swear it's a whole 'nother wave Brand new designer, gon' hop in the foreign, goin' and goin' to space, yeah Secured the bag, it was Goyard, stuffin' them racks in my Chrome Hearts Spent a lil' quarter, went push-start, checked my persona, that's a new Ferrari Tellin' the truth, never lied to you, all I said was facts, yeah Fresh Dior off thе runway, bought a gun store on a Sunday Hit the switch on a Glock .40, my young niggas want bodies I gеt fresher than a stylist, and I never keep the receipts, yeah [Verse 1: Future] I put it on, when I put it on, I'm stackin' it high, I'm stackin' up neat, yeah Drinkin' on muddy, I came in the Rolls buggy with Chanel on my feet, yeah You never seen what I seen, yeah, I got codeine, yeah, on me, yeah Givin' you somethin' to see if you never seen it when it's elite, yeah Bales like pillows for ghosts, yeah, Cha-ne'-ne' pillows, my room, yeah You couldn't ruin my swag, I do it with no effort, you know I'ma pop, yeah Soon as I spill it, they mop, yeah, eat it up, every drop, yeah Designer, my drugs, designer, my jeans, designer, way down to my socks, yeah You gotta match up to my fly, I can't get caught with an impostor I can go back in my archive, I have these bitches star-struck They perpetrate my whole life, I know this shit feel awful Even though I'm ridin' with my Glizzy, everyday, I still feel awesome [Chorus: Future] Stella McCartney, I'm drippin' on swag, and I swear it's a whole 'nother wave Brand new designer, gon' hop in the foreign, goin' and goin' to space, yeah Secured the bag, it was Goyard, stuffin' them racks in my Chrome Hearts Spent a lil' quarter, went push start, checked my persona, that's a new Ferrari Tellin' the truth, never lied to you, all I said was facts, yeah Fresh Dior off the runway, bought a gun store on a Sunday Hit the switch on a Glock .40, my young niggas want bodies I get fresh than a stylist, and I never keep the receipts, yeah [Verse 2: NAV] Ballin', I keep my composure She fuck with me for exposure Drivin', V-12 my motor (Skrrt) They gon' 'member my name when it's over Back of the 'Bach, I'm comfy (Yeah) Had to put on for my country (Yeah) Pourin' codeine in my tummy (Yeah) Wipe your nose like it's runny (Slatt) No opp block, sippin' on bubbly (Bubbly) Pluto my twin like Dudley (Dudley) I'm gonna win like Rocky (Yeah) Balenci' my socks, I'm cocky (Yeah) Certified GIA my fists Brand new foreign, look fire with no kit Drive in my city, top down, no tints Walk in, red carpet, gotta pose for a pic Tricks up my sleeve, got bitches on took Ridin' with a thirty clip under my gut Multiple mortgages, I ain't payin' no rent When I die, my sister gon' benefit I ain't G.D., but I'll take care plenty folk Crack in the truck, got plenty coke Wheezy outta here, more waves than boats Every day I'm fresh, I'm sellin' soap [Chorus: Future] Stella McCartney, I'm drippin' on swag, and I swear it's a whole 'nother wave Brand new designer, gon' hop in the foreign, goin' and goin' to space, yeah Secured the bag, it was Goyard, stuffin' them racks in my Chrome Hearts Spent a lil' quarter, went push-start, checked my persona, that's a new Ferrari Tellin' the truth, never lied to you, all I said was facts, yeah Fresh Dior off the runway, bought a gun store on a Sunday Hit the switch on a Glock .40, my young niggas want bodies I get fresh than a stylist, and I never keep the receipts, yeah