This one for that lady that like to wear those bracelets
dressing like the latest models never tasteless
smell good in a room no matter how spacious
you can bet it's some Beyonce somewhere on her playlist
she like to party just to shut the scene down
making a statement from her workout fits to her nightgowns
a little makeup not too much like a clown
labels are contagious they diagnosed her with the crown
the same lady that like to strut around in them 6 inch heels
hair always done don't matter whether its weave or its real
designer handbags so cold in her presence you get the chills
every outfit worth more than a car note or a light bill
if shopping was a talent she'd be blessed with the skill
fashion so deadly anybody getting killed
always in the latest you'd swear she had a deal
fresh at its best like food without a broken seal
body art is expressed through tattoos, her body full of text
ear rings are diamonds studded, 13 carrots nothing less
pearls around her neck that makeup her necklace
rings on her finger but she not married yet
price tags turn her own
a new outfit make her moan
she name brand everything down to her Victoria secret thong
trapped living in a material world
playing the role as the designer girl...