Born a god, rockin' Human Made
002 Geigers, sharpshooter aim
My third house in my cougar name
Ayo, how you gon' walk with all that jewellery on, lord?
Christian ceilings, Fear of God floors
Out on Fairfax, chandeliers in the Porsche
Tiger Camo BAPE with the face on the shorts
Oh oh, stick bouncin like a pogo
My master lock inside a Yohji Yamamoto
The .40 flipped lil' whoadie out the Polo
Make 'em call me Flacko Lagerfeld.
Pink fur got Nori dressing like Cam, thank God for Me
Whole family gettin money, thank God for E!
that’s dior homme not Dior homie
F*** you and everybody that love you
Luxury rap, the Hermès of verses
Sophisticated ignorance, write my curses in cursive
I'm Kon, the Louis Vuitton Don
Bought my mom a purse, now she Louis Vuitton Mom
Ye has so many fashion refs.
He dresses his wife in Armani
Mistress in Versace, and his ho in Top Shop
Fly in his prime like Karl Malone and Karl Kani
In uniform like Karl Lagerfeld, Coco Chanel frills