I see your Jil Sanders, Oliver Peoples Costume National, your Ann Demeuelemeester See Visvim be the sneaker, Lanvin or Balmain Goyard by the trunk, her Isabel Marant I love your Linda Farrow, I adore your Dior Your Damir Doma, Vena Cava from the store I crush down with that top down, bossy how I ride 'round Mami in that Tom Ford, Papi in that Thom Browne Rick Owens, Raf Simons, boy she got it by the stock She ball until she fall, that means she shop until she drop And Versace, got a lot, but she may never wear it But she save it so our babies will be flyer than their parents