CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Fashion*
I'm not broke, I'm honest
New Chanel joggers
B*t*h you know that's nothing
Wait till you see my closet
I don't wear my Prada, big Balenciaga
Big shout out to Virgil, Off-White, VLONE [?]
Gucci, Louis, Hermès, ain't no fear of drama
Fear I got Amiri pants, we don't rock with Zara
Got them Yeezy toe thangs for my momma
Got my b*t*h some Dolce & Gabbana
You mad that I got it, addicted to this fashion
You mad that I got it, addicted to this fashion
You mad that I got it, addicted to this fashion
You mad that I got it, addicted to this fashion
We're so high so take your tag in, take your back in
20 thousand Gucci jacket with back in
Oh she want Chanel trainers to match her lashes
Why you plan to give her [?] if she a bad b*t*h
I be calling Fendi Fen-Fen, know they taxin'
And I even rock [?] jeans if she get it
B*t*h, Chicago where my dogs is, I'm f**king robbing
Gotta give a check to Rocky, that's endorsement
You think you bad and boujee
She always being cece
And she about her blue cheese
And she look good in Coogi
McLoren cost a cool tree
Givenchy [?]
Gucci, Louis, vitamins
Cartier's with diamond link
I brought my b*t*h a pair of Timb's
She a eater but I f**k with them
I'm not broke, I'm honest
New Chanel joggers
B*t*h you know that's nothing
Wait till you see my closet
I don't wear my Prada, big Balenciaga
Big shout out to Virgil, Off-White, VLONE [?]
Gucci, Louis, Hermès, ain't no fear of drama
Fear I got Amiri pants, we don't rock with Zara
Got them Yeezy toe thangs for my momma
Got my b*t*h some Dolce & Gabbana
You mad that I got it, addicted to this fashion
You mad that I got it, addicted to this fashion
You mad that I got it, addicted to this fashion (Yeah)
You mad that I got it, addicted to this fashion
Only wear Amiri jeans, Prada for my armor
She step out and make a scene, something like Madonna
Spend racks when we in Celine, more money more problems
These n***as won't be like me, guess I am their father
Guess I have to sign these boys, I'm like a dada
All the opps ain't making noise so stop the ra-ra
Rich n***a (Yeah)
I ain't cheap
A quarter million a week
We make money when we sleep
Every day a shopping spree
(Ooh-ooh-oh-oh)
New Chanel joggers
B*t*h you know that's nothing
Wait till you see my closet
I don't wear my Prada, big Balenciaga
Big shout out to Virgil, Off-White, VLONE [?]
Gucci, Louis, Hermès, ain't no fear of drama
Fear I got Amiri pants, we don't rock with Zara
Got them Yeezy toe thangs for my momma
Got my b*t*h some Dolce & Gabbana
You mad that I got it, addicted to this fashion
You mad that I got it, addicted to this fashion
You mad that I got it, addicted to this fashion
You mad that I got it, addicted to this fashion
We're so high so take your tag in, take your back in
20 thousand Gucci jacket with back in
Oh she want Chanel trainers to match her lashes
Why you plan to give her [?] if she a bad b*t*h
I be calling Fendi Fen-Fen, know they taxin'
And I even rock [?] jeans if she get it
B*t*h, Chicago where my dogs is, I'm f**king robbing
Gotta give a check to Rocky, that's endorsement
You think you bad and boujee
She always being cece
And she about her blue cheese
And she look good in Coogi
McLoren cost a cool tree
Givenchy [?]
Gucci, Louis, vitamins
Cartier's with diamond link
I brought my b*t*h a pair of Timb's
She a eater but I f**k with them
I'm not broke, I'm honest
New Chanel joggers
B*t*h you know that's nothing
Wait till you see my closet
I don't wear my Prada, big Balenciaga
Big shout out to Virgil, Off-White, VLONE [?]
Gucci, Louis, Hermès, ain't no fear of drama
Fear I got Amiri pants, we don't rock with Zara
Got them Yeezy toe thangs for my momma
Got my b*t*h some Dolce & Gabbana
You mad that I got it, addicted to this fashion
You mad that I got it, addicted to this fashion
You mad that I got it, addicted to this fashion (Yeah)
You mad that I got it, addicted to this fashion
Only wear Amiri jeans, Prada for my armor
She step out and make a scene, something like Madonna
Spend racks when we in Celine, more money more problems
These n***as won't be like me, guess I am their father
Guess I have to sign these boys, I'm like a dada
All the opps ain't making noise so stop the ra-ra
Rich n***a (Yeah)
I ain't cheap
A quarter million a week
We make money when we sleep
Every day a shopping spree
(Ooh-ooh-oh-oh)
