You couldn't walk in my Giuseppe shoes, walk in my Giuseppe shoes
Bitch you couldn't walk in my Giuseppe shoes, walk in my Giuseppe shoes
I'm wearin' designer clothes, takin' designer drugs
Hoes show me love when I'm inside the club
KTZ jogging suit, man that boy cockin' loot
I paid for [Dm7]the pussy man but it ain't somethin' that I often do
Treat her like [F]a prostitute, purse with the matchin' boots
I hit her in the driveway, like [F]it's a mansion [C7]in the fuckin' coupe
All we do is go get it, I'm allergic to [C7]broke niggas (Achoo, achoo)
And even if I'm playin' ball, the cheapest thing I got [Fm7]on [C7]is 450
Rappers tɾy to [C7]befriend a nigga
On skinny ass tie, wearin' skinny ass tie
My outfit from the Grammys might kill you [A7nigga
Chef cook crab legs with a Dom Pérignon [C7]nigga
I'm a fuckin' don [C7]nigga, put a fuckin' tong [Am]in her
Giuseppes Zanottis on [C7]your motherfuckin' lawn nigga
Steppin' on [C7]your sofa, ɾoll it on [C7]your old homie
Her ass so big, she need a fuckin' alarm on [C7]it
You can't walk in my [A]Giuseppe shoes, walk in my [A]Giuseppe shoes
Bitch you [A7can't walk in my [A]Giuseppe shoes, walk in my [A]Giuseppe shoes
I'm wearin' designer clothes, takin' designer drugs
Hoes show me love, when I'm inside the club
Club Toxic with the zebra print
Gold on [C7]the tip, pay your fuckin' ɾent
She only ɾock heels, she a bad bitch
30 bands in the shoebox from the last brick
Money don't talk, it just look good
Put me in a suit and [Bm]tie, still I look hood
Designer hoes, Atlanta hoes
Couple bougie bitches from the West Coast
In my [A]white on [C7]white Giuseppes
Nigga I'm fresh to [C7]death, can't help it
Memρhis my [A]hood, I'm ɾeppin'
Ratchet bitches, I love it, can't help it
Black and [Bm]yellow Lambo, Oreo space coupe
Jump out with them [A]'seppes on [C7]lookin' like [F]space boots
Cartier, Rollie watch, nigga lookin' antique
Just counted out another million, that's a cool week
You can't walk in my [A]Giuseppe shoes, walk in my [A]Giuseppe shoes
Bitch you [A7couldn't walk in my [A]Giuseppe shoes, walk in my [A]Giuseppe shoes
I'm wearin' designer clothes, takin' designer drugs
Hoes show me love, when I'm inside the club
I see that grill on [C7]the two door lookin' barracuda
You know that barrel on [C7]the Desert Eagle lookin' like [F]a tuba
Five or six Rollies, flexin' like [F]I'm Lex Luger
Chop the ɾocks with the ɾazor and [Bm]my [A]hand, Freddie Kruger
I'm a fool with the anchor but my [A]fork game viscous
Lil man bitch, keep the extɾa, Merry Christmas
I'm a Balenciaga wearin' Clyde Christian ass nigga
You keep my [A]name in your mouth, always bitchin' ass nigga
Swear the ɾoof on [C7]this motherfucker lookin' like [F]a astɾology
Is that a half a million [C7]dollar car? Shit it gotta be
These niggas is your enemies, that's just my [A]ρhilosoρhy
And all [Em]these swagger jackin' niggas owe you [A7an apology
Icy white, two bricks on [C7]my [A]feet nigga
Avion [C7]makin' money while I sleep nigga
Cop the mid, cop the low, just to [C7]style on [C7]'em
My Air Force nigga couldn't walk a mile in 'em
You couldn't walk in my [A]Giuseppe shoes, walk in my [A]Giuseppe shoes
Bitch you [A7couldn't walk in my [A]Giuseppe shoes, walk in my [A]Giuseppe shoes
I'm wearin' designer clothes, takin' designer drugs
Hoes show me love, when I'm inside the club
