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Ambi Can - Designer Galore Lyrics

[Intro]
La La, lost
LAZz

[Chorus]
I wanna swerve, I wanna skrt, I wanna zoom out the lot
Gucci, Versace, Louis my body, I used to want it a lot
I used to want it a lot
I used to want it a lot
I used to want it a lot
Fuck it, I want it a lot

I wanna swerve, I wanna skrt, I wanna zoom out the lot
Gucci, Versace, Louis my body, I used to want it a lot
Fuck it, I want it a lot
Fuck it, I want it a lot
Swerve, then go ball out the lot
Swerve, then go ball out the lot

[Verse 1]
Digital dash, digits on dash, two hundred and four
Whippin’ the wag’, get to the bag, ‘cause I wanted more
Yea, I wanted more (Gimme that)
Yea I wanted more (Gimme that)
That’s gas to the floor (gas)
Designer galore
Yeah
Break the bread and go and get it back
Who knew that I could get it back?
Money, money, money on my mind
Commas, hunnids, numbers, dollar signs
I fell in love with dollar bills
I risk it all to chase a thrill
If money the root of all evil, imma blow it all and feed all my people

[Chorus]
I wanna swerve, I wanna skrt, I wanna zoom out the lot
Gucci, Versace, Louis my body, I used to want it a lot
I used to want it a lot
I used to want it a lot
I used to want it a lot
Fuck it, I want it a lot

I wanna swerve, I wanna skrt, I wanna zoom out the lot
Gucci, Versace, Louis my body, I used to want it a lot
Fuck it, I want it a lot
Fuck it, I want it a lot
Swerve, then go ball out the lot
Swerve, then go ball out the lot


[Verse 2: Ambi]

Fendi, Louis, Gucci, Prada
Shordies scouting picking ballers
Fendi, Louis, Gucci, Prada
They be politicking bout it
Fendi, Louis, Gucci, Prada
Everything we ever wanted

Fendi, Louis, Gucci, Prada
I be slurring, diamonds talkin’

Expired transfer, just to bus my nigga
Now all we do is go and bus’ on niggas

My neck is shining
You feel like Stevie Wonder

Like how we do it?
Making Stevie wonder

My top dropping
Thinks it from the stove
That's a crack metaphor, you didn't know
While you bicken, back, being bool
I double down, and then I buy a pool

My wrist frozen, it be sub zero
When I'm all blue, call me sub zero

Suckas calling, bitches hawking
You wouldn't get it if you out here mopping
Took a second, then I thought about it
They want the money, or they want myself?

Gained the money, Did I gained myself
Thought again, think I'm needing help


[Verse 3: Xylo]

Jahail that nigga from the West End
Shout out my homies on Weston
Gold on me, dripping, appealing
All of these females, they feel me
Drink it up, straight out the bottle
In that 200, full throttle
Baby, it’s lit I just want head
Not number one, but you top ten

Designer Galore
You just want everything you can’t afford
What you calling me for?
All in the studio, hit that Ignore
Driving and speeding
But fuck the kilometres
All I got is broken promises
I don’t know what my problem is, yea yea


[Chorus]
I wanna swerve, I wanna skrt, I wanna zoom out the lot
Gucci, Versace, Louis my body, I used to want it a lot
I used to want it a lot
I used to want it a lot
I used to want it a lot
Fuck it, I want it a lot

I wanna swerve, I wanna skrt, I wanna zoom out the lot
Gucci, Versace, Louis my body, I used to want it a lot
Fuck it, I want it a lot
Fuck it, I want it a lot
Swerve, then go ball out the lot
Swerve, then go ball out the lot