Who do it hotter in 
Prada?I ain't from 
N.Y., do it +
M-Y Way+, so 
SinatraYou know my {?} not proper for the 
OscarsBut 
I opt out for the 
Oxfords in the 
Oxford... 
Ha ha, that hurts
Some'n by this oar got 'em tippin they fedoras
Got the ladies bein whores cause we're ballin out stores
I coordinate on e'rything 
I woreSo ladies know him now say, "That was him before"
Fresh as the core in my 
Christian 
Diors[Chorus][Obie Trice]
Got me smellin like 
ChanelWell, that's my female, shorty gets that mail
In them transparent 90-millimeter heels
In them Red 
Bottoms showin off them 
Christian 
Lou-B'sHeels... that's real
E-e-e'rything 'bout her scream 
Dolce & Gabannawith the bowlin ball bag showin out at 
CaribanaLil' mama, she a stunner
Tweed dress on, no panties up under
Catch her on 
Queens Street ballin at the boutiques, holla[Chorus][Obie Trice]
BME, Black 
Market Entertainment
Obie Trice (Obie Trice, Obie Trice)
New shit... so bent
Guess the man lucky, she ain't glam luxury
We as a couple get +
Fresher+ than 
Douglas E.
Double up on my duds where the logos be
So Polo duplicate on me, guess that's why they hate 
ObieThey can see[Chorus][Outro]
I'm petty {*4
X*}