Devil Wears Prada

[Intro : Bobby James] Went from hand me downs, I'm the man Now Nobody on my level how I stand Out It ain't no stopping, Nah Bobby you on and Pa-Popping [Verse 1 : Bobby James] I lace up Phly Mouche from the waist Up My taste buds is Amazing I O.D on kicks that's O.G Me hype-beast that's less than Likely And i'm all up in Flight club, racking up Mileage 400 for some Jordans I pilot in a whole different Climate I hit the boutique blowing out Loose-Leaf Throwing Guwop to the top but its Gucci Or its Loui, Fendi, Prada And the sauce make the girls go Ga-Ga Goo-Goo neutral no Nada Spend it all Sax-Fifth Mi Casa Trade my soul for clothes and Dollars Got me acting like a Pre-Madonna [Hook] Man I see Louis, Louis, Gucci, Gucci Fendi, Fendi, Prada, Prada I pop my collar, she come Holler She want them Dollars Dollars Bobby you got'em, Fresh from top to Bottom I pop my collar, she come Holler She want them Dollars Dollars The Devil wear Prada, Adam and Eve wear Nada Bobby in the Middle Middle Then I'm way more Flyer Flyer And Ye' wore Louis and Mike wore Jordans Bobby in the Middle Middle Then I'm way more Flyer Flyer [Verse 2 : Bobby James] Ye' Wore Margiela, Jay wore Margiela Bobby wanna wear Margiela Cause Bobby wanna be like them Niggas But Bobby know he can't afford It Givenchy and Tom Ford'it Alexander Wang , I can't explain But its so Important, Like Why we watch what our idols Buy Imitate and then Idolize Imitate and then Itemize Fresh to death till our Demise I'm materialistic, them hand me downs won't fitted Got to compensate for the sake of it not Existing I spent my last scent on my fashion Sense Not enough Sense just to ration With Or be second place, second base Second string a couple seconds Late Spent my last Dollars Trying to cop Balenciagas Bobby yo phone bill Due So what, that's Verizon Problem (Ha) [Hook] [Intro] [Hook 3 : Bobby James] From Raleigh to Texas Niggas in Paris Draped in Margiela Keep it Trill my Nigga [Verse 3 : Bobby James] Watch yo step you could slip on the Sauce Slippery wet got my neck on Jack Frost She slippery wet break yo neck you could Fall She sipping, I'm slipping off my Hugo Boss I'm super fly you can find me in the air Again Ha, please excuse my Arrogance Excuse my french and my french Blue 13's Voulez-Vous Coucher Bobby know what I Mean What that cost Hood By Air on yo Chest So cold couldn't make Keith Sweat Jordan 7 raptors Ill step to a T-Rex In Jurassic Park like its Recess Giuseppe Zanotti, Balmain, Armani Dolce Gabbana thrown over my Body Christian Dior, Cartier, Michael Kors Well of course Bobby dripping in Sauce I got to testify Come up in the spot looking extra Fly Aah, Till the day I die I'm flex like its Exercise Wake up Bobby