Fashion Shit! Lyrics

(My fashion bitch give me fashion tips)

(Real DFN shit)

Whole lot of money on me

I been getting this bread I been running it up (ha)

Feel like a zombie I came out the mud

In the mud I'm sipping mud with my- (yeah)

In the mud I'm sipping mud with my vatas

All of my diamonds dancing do the cha cha

I'm getting rich it's about time (I'm getting rich)

And I been getting chicken no pot pie

And I been getting chicken no Popeye's

All my niggas bang red like a stop sign (oh yeah)

He put on a vest, think he cannot die

Put it to the test lil' nigga shots fire (pew)

I spent racks all on this fashion shit

My fashion bitch give me fashion tips

RIP Donny, he crashed the whip

I need a mafucking bag in this bitch

Walk around in a Burberry coat

Mix the Vetements with the Dior Homme

I been stacking my money so leave me alone

And now bitch is sad I'm never coming home

I used to be the one they would make fun of

They wanna be me now, ain't that a son of a bitch?

I just been smoking dope until the sun up

To heal all the pain from losing my brother (bleh)

No we not related we got different mothers

And I'm sipping lean pour a four in the double (shhh)

Bitch I'm getting cake I ain't talking 'bout funnel

I put on these clothes and I go- (ah, ah, ah)

(I put on these clothes and I go ah)

I put on these clothes and niggas be in trouble

Better put your lil' bitch on a leash

If not, then she running to me (bow, bow, bow)

They say money isn't growing on trees

If that's the case then why my shit evergreen?

I don't need random niggas in my bubble

How that boy make a full beard out of the stubble? (uh huh)

It hasn't been a full year since I been popping

And I had to run it up I didn't have an option

Nowadays, niggas copy and paste

If you ain't talking money then fuck out my face

And that nigga bad, like he Mike Jack (Mike Jack)

And I'm fucking on Jill, so niggas might Jack

Tell that bitch to chill, just like an ice pack

Let me keep it real, it's not over yet

Pop him like a pill, I'm still into that

Opps be getting killed, opps be getting whacked

I've been doing drills since I was a cat

Tell you how you feel when you getting racks

Whole lot of money on me

I been getting this bread I been running it up (ha)

Feel like a zombie I came out the mud

In the mud I'm sipping mud with my- (yeah)

In the mud I'm sipping mud with my vatas

All of my diamonds dancing do the cha cha

I'm getting rich it's about time (I'm getting rich)

And I been getting chicken no pot pie

And I been getting chicken no Popeye's

All my niggas bang red like a stop sign (oh yeah)

He put on a vest, think he cannot die

Put it to the test lil' nigga shots fired

I spent racks all on this fashion shit

My fashion bitch give me fashion tips

RIP Donny, he crashed the whip

I need a mafucking bag in this bitch