Wintertime Die In Designer Lyrics

[Intro: Wintertime]
Yeah, yeah, ayy, ayy
Yeah, yeah, ayy, ayy
Okay, aight, okay, aight, okay, aight
Yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah, yeah

[Hook: Wintertime]
I wanna die in designer, I wanna die in designer
I wanna die in designer, I wanna die in designer
Bury my body in Gucci, bury my body in Prada
Bury my body in Gucci, bury my body in Prada
I wanna die in designer, I wanna die in designer
I wanna die in designer, I wanna die in designer
Bury my body in Gucci, bury my body in Prada
Bury my body in Gucci, bury my body in Prada

[Verse 1: Wintertime]
I can point out a beginner, I can point out a pretender
I wanna die in designer, I wanna die in the winter
I had to glo on my own and you know that I'm with it, I had to go get it
I had to glo on my own shawty, I can be flexin' on all my old bitches
All of a sudden you miss me, all of a sudden you miss me
I told lil' shawty too bad, I gotta get to these M's
I don't fuck with you lil' bitch, I don't want friends, I want a Benz
I don't fuck with you lil' bitch, I don't want friends, I want a Benz

[Hook: Wintertime]
I wanna die in designer, I wanna die in designer
I wanna die in designer, I wanna die in designer
Bury my body in Gucci, bury my body in Prada
Bury my body in Gucci, bury my body in Prada
I wanna die in designer, I wanna die in designer
I wanna die in designer, I wanna die in designer
Bury my body in Gucci, bury my body in Prada
Bury my body in Gucci, bury my body in Prada

[Verse 2: Nessly]
I just poured up one, it costed me two
Me and my bitch both rock Jimmy Choo
Pay a translator, she from Peru
Inside her pants it looks like she got two balloons
Shawty so wet that I gotta get a canoe
Shawty so thick she should probably be in a zoo
The type of bitch you see in a video shoot
We rock designer, we both go in for the loot
When I die, throw me in that fuckin' Gucci or that Gosha
All that real gold up on my neck, ain't no corrodin'
And you know I design my drugs, lean in my soda
Shawty like me too, except she play 'round with that coca
Red bottom my cup, babe where there's Hi-Tech
You know me I turn up for that finance
When I die dress me up in atleast 500 bands
I'm so for real they're like, Nessly you really something man

[Hook: Wintertime]
I wanna die in designer, I wanna die in designer
I wanna die in designer, I wanna die in designer
Bury my body in Gucci, bury my body in Prada
Bury my body in Gucci, bury my body in Prada
I wanna die in designer, I wanna die in designer
I wanna die in designer, I wanna die in designer
Bury my body in Gucci, bury my body in Prada
Bury my body in Gucci, bury my body in Prada