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Can I ask you a question? What can you buy that's worth more than you?
(Louis.)
The clothes she knows, the clothes she knows, the clothes.
(Couture.) Rah.
The clothes she knows, the clothes she knows, the clothes.
(Coogi.)

She was born Christian Dior, lived Louis.
Probably gon' die Gucci.
I guess that means I'll bury her a "G."
First class seats with a Coach bag, even her coat tag reads Chanel.
Yves Saint Laurent's nail polish red bottom heels.
She thinks she need apparel to appeal, so she hides behind Victoria's Secrets I reveal. Insecure, un-assured drives her ill. Maybe she'll find a cure on that Juicy Couture, she tries it on then she ask me how I feel.
On the real, I think it all looks better on the floor.
'Cause I just think it's hotter when you take off all that Prada, wearin' nada
like you fresh up out the shower. And you don't need Gabbana, you look sexy in pajamas. You should love your body more than anybody, mama.
And I'm just bein' honest. I promise you look good wearin' nothin'. You ain't gotta shop for my lovin'.

(Armani, Fendi, Versace, Dior, Missoni, Prada, Gabbana, Couture.)

And while I love the fancy clothes,
I'd rather have you here with nothin' on.

(Chanel, Ferretti, Mark Jacobs, Louis, Coach, Celine, Valentino, Coogi.)

'Cause your nudity's beauty,
so you don't need no Gucci's to get to me.

And so it never ends. More Benjamins she would spend chasin' trends.
But her lips, her hips, her thighs, her eyes, her smile will never go outta style. Still, she leaves the house in some sh*t I can't pronounce.
Guy Laroche umbrella when the clouds rain down, still soaked in self doubt.
Don't believe in Cinderella. Just expensive leather, and bags with the leopard skin.Even though I tell her she looks better in the nude,
she don't believe it's true. 'Cause she was never told this by any other dude.
So she thinks beautiful is when she buys somthin' new. May as well go get the logos. Tattooed, got all the latest news on,
all the latest shoes on, lost. Work her ass off for the cost of that Hugo Boss.
That gold cross she bought, even the bra is Pola.
She loves to floss, but when she takes it off, my God.

(Armani, Fendi, Versace, Dior, Missoni, Prada, Gabbana, Couture.)

And while I love the fancy clothes,
I'd rather have you here with nothin' on.

(Chanel, Ferretti, Mark Jacobs, Louis, Coach, Celine, Valentino, Coogi.)

'Cause your nudity's beauty,
so you don't need no Gucci's to get to me.

Devil in Prada. Or angel with Louis Vuitton halo. Tommy Hilfiger all paid for.
It's like you ain't the same when you change clothes.
God, show her somethin' that I can't show her.
The beauty without the Louis, the queen.
The marvelous body without Armani to love.
The finer without designer. The pure desire without attire.
The allure of a woman who is sure of her form.
Even when there's more in store to be worn.
The way that she was born, she adores.
Taught to not like 'cause it looks like porn.
I tell her you should love it 'cause it's yours.
But still she has wars, and not behind closet doors.
How is it possible that these jeans ae all torn?
Queens become fiends and need to shop more.
Therefore I proceed to undress the problem, and I...

(Armani, Fendi, Versace, Dior, Missoni, Prada, Gabbana, Couture.)

And while I love the fancy clothes,
I'd rather have you here with nothin' on.

(Chanel, Ferretti, Mark Jacobs, Louis, Coach, Celine, Valentino, Coogi.)

'Cause your nudity's beauty,
so you don't need no Gucci's to get to me.

Wha? Wha?
Yo Prada world and products has made your skin become tough as the leather you chase, and buy with Chase cards. But in reality, the question remains, what can you buy that's worth more than you?

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