Lyrics Fashion - Jacob Latimore

Ooh, oh
Yeah, yeah
Oh, woah
Woah, woah

All this fashion, oh, you get fashion
She want fashion, she get fashion
All in the mansion, feelin′ like dancin'
Cartiers dancin′, AP dancin'

She ain't perfect, but she worth it
She be servin′, she be surfin′
And she make it disappear just like it's magic
Wear that Gucci with the Louis, mix and match it (woah, woah, woah)
She got a lit switch, I gotta big stick, go off
It gotta fit rich, you can′t sit with her all (woah, woah, woah)
Big body Benz, you know it ain't rented
She let me hit in the back with no prob with the windows tinted

Shoo, shoo
Girl, you the truth
It′s kinda hard for me to hold you (I ain't even gon′ hold)
Even hard for me to control you
'Cause you the baddest
And you ain't settlin′ for nothin′, only if it's lavish
It ain′t up for no discussion, you got lots of habits
Shoo, shoo (word)
Baby, got mass appeal
Play with the mass appeal

Pull up to L.A., we got that vibe
Say she like that D'USSÉ, baby, open wide
Looking good like Megan, girl, you in yo′ prime
You gon' have a good time, you gon′ let it shine, let it shine
Get you a fit when I'm online, you know she got taste
Play with them racks
Hold that blue faces on yo' waist (woah, woah, woah)

Shoo shoo
Girl, you the truth
It′s kinda hard for me to hold you
Even harder for me to control you
′Cause you the baddest

All this fashion, oh, you get fashion
She want fashion, she get fashion
All in the mansion, feelin' like dancin′
Cartiers dancin', AP dancin′

She ain't perfect, but she worth it
She be servin′, she be surfin'