conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Stella McCartney with the following description: “Stella McCartney” was released on the bonus version of NAV’s Emergency Tsunami, produced by Outtatown and Wheezy. The tune consists of Future and NAV rapping about their various designer purchases, from companies such as Stella McCartney, Goyard, Chrome Hearts, and Chanel, all over light and twinkly beat from Outtatown and Wheezy.
  Future and NAV have numerous other collaborations, such as “My Business” or “Amazing.” Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro: Future]
  I'm tryna get you high, I'm tryna get you fly (
  Wheezy outta here
  )
  I'm tryna get you high, girl, I'm tryna get you fly
  I'm tryna get you fly, I'm tryna get you fly, girl
  [Chorus: Future]
  Stella McCartney, I'm drippin' on swag, and I swear it's a whole 'nother wave
  Brand new designer, gon' hop in the foreign, goin' and goin' to space, yeah
  Secured the bag, it was Goyard, stuffin' them racks in my Chrome Hearts
  Spent a lil' quarter, went push-start
  , checked my persona, that's a new Ferrari
  Tellin' the truth, never lied to you, all I said was facts, yeah
  Fresh Dior off thе runway, bought a gun store on a Sunday
  Hit the switch on a Glock .40, my young niggas want bodies
  I gеt fresher than a stylist, and I never keep the receipts, yeah
  [Verse 1: Future]
  I put it on, when I put it on, I'm stackin' it high, I'm stackin' up neat, yeah
  Drinkin' on muddy, I came in the Rolls buggy with Chanel on my feet, yeah
  You never seen what I seen, yeah, I got codeine, yeah, on me, yeah
  Givin' you somethin' to see if you never seen it when it's elite, yeah
  Bales like pillows for ghosts, yeah, Cha-ne'-ne' pillows, my room, yeah
  You couldn't ruin my swag, I do it with no effort, you know I'ma pop, yeah
  Soon as I spill it, they mop, yeah, eat it up, every drop, yeah
  Designer, my drugs, designer, my jeans, designer, way down to my socks, yeah
  You gotta match up to my fly, I can't get caught with an impostor
  I can go back in my archive, I have these bitches star-struck
  They perpetrate my whole life, I know this shit feel awful
  Even though I'm ridin' with my Glizzy, everyday, I still feel awesome [Chorus: Future]
  Stella McCartney, I'm drippin' on swag, and I swear it's a whole 'nother wave
  Brand new designer, gon' hop in the foreign, goin' and goin' to space, yeah
  Secured the bag, it was Goyard, stuffin' them racks in my Chrome Hearts
  Spent a lil' quarter, went push start, checked my persona, that's a new Ferrari
  Tellin' the truth, never lied to you, all I said was facts, yeah
  Fresh Dior off the runway, bought a gun store on a Sunday
  Hit the switch on a Glock .40, my young niggas want bodies
  I get fresh than a stylist, and I never keep the receipts, yeah
  [Verse 2: NAV]
  Ballin', I keep my composure
  She fuck with me for exposure
  Drivin', V-12 my motor (Skrrt)
  They gon' 'member my name when it's over
  Back of the 'Bach, I'm comfy (Yeah)
  Had to put on for my country
   (Yeah)
  Pourin' codeine in my tummy (Yeah)
  Wipe your nose like it's runny (Slatt)
  No opp block, sippin' on bubbly (Bubbly)
  Pluto
   my twin like Dudley (Dudley)
  I'm gonna win like Rocky (Yeah)
  Balenci' my socks, I'm cocky (Yeah)
  Certified GIA my fists
  Brand new foreign, look fire with no kit
  Drive in my city, top down, no tints
  Walk in, red carpet, gotta pose for a pic
  Tricks up my sleeve, got bitches on took
  Ridin' with a thirty clip under my gut
  Multiple mortgages, I ain't payin' no rent
  When I die, my sister gon' benefit
  I ain't G.D., but I'll take care plenty folk
  Crack in the truck, got plenty coke
  Wheezy outta here, more waves than boats
  Every day I'm fresh, I'm sellin' soap [Chorus: Future]
  Stella McCartney, I'm drippin' on swag, and I swear it's a whole 'nother wave
  Brand new designer, gon' hop in the foreign, goin' and goin' to space, yeah
  Secured the bag, it was Goyard, stuffin' them racks in my Chrome Hearts
  Spent a lil' quarter, went push-start, checked my persona, that's a new Ferrari
  Tellin' the truth, never lied to you, all I said was facts, yeah
  Fresh Dior off the runway, bought a gun store on a Sunday
  Hit the switch on a Glock .40, my young niggas want bodies
  I get fresh than a stylist, and I never keep the receipts, yeah