Fleek - DMA

Got designer on me, Gucci, Gucci, Louis

Bitches copy on me 'cause I’m always on fleek

Got designer on me, Gucci, Gucci, Louis

Bitches copy on me 'cause I’m always on fleek

Givenchy, L.V., Gucci down on my feets

Private flight from Orly, shop at Abu-Dhabi

Brighter than my Rollie, got them Yeezy and Marni

Why should I be low key, they always too greedy

Rollie got them sick, I’m a star, I’m the peak

Got the karats, no trick, counts the hundreds (Whoo!)

Get the bag and I go, watch me has I glow

Next stop Chicago, fuck around get blown

Got designer on me, Gucci, Gucci, Louis

Bitches copy on me 'cause I’m always on fleek

Got designer on me, Gucci, Gucci, Louis

Bitches copy on me 'cause I’m always on fleek

I ain’t no average, I’m a five star, get 'em eyes on me

Turnin' zeros to profit, seven figures what i want to see

If I catch a B on the run, niggas done chasing

Now she a pawn gotta get jason, fuckin' up faces

Bitches are tying 'em laces, start an invasion

Outta the world I’m amazing, a standing ovation (I'm on a mission)

All of you bitches then follow me

All of you niggas want a part of me

Alone in my castle i’d rather be

Making waves ain’t hard to see

Bitch you can put the bill on me

I’m so high no extasy, can’t you see

The way they be callin' my name

It’s DMA, we ain’t the same

Got the riffle gonna fuck up the game (It's DMA)

I pull the trigger, you know who to blame (You know who to blame)

Got designer on me, Gucci, Gucci, Louis

Bitches copy on me 'cause I’m always on fleek

Got designer on me, Gucci, Gucci, Louis

Bitches copy on me 'cause I’m always on fleek

Got designer on me, Gucci, Gucci, Louis

Bitches copy on me 'cause I’m always on fleek