Lyrics Fash!On! - Matte Roxx!

(Coda21 on the track)

Boy what you want from me?
You can't get nothin' for free, (uh-huh)
Sippin' on wock in the backseat
She gon' give me top, I call her fake taxi

Run through my hood
And you know we taxin'
Yo shit yeah we may just jack it
What size you wear lil homie, yeah I really like your jacket

Yeah, all about my fashion, fashion, I'm an icon
My bitch only dress in the latest she wear nylon
And, yeah, I feel just like Uzi, my bitch call me myron
I'm making all this bank, you can call it Tyra, okay

Aye, stay up out my face and out my lane
I'm over here making all these new trends, these new wavеs
I haven't even startеd yet, Ima change the game
They gon' know my name, I won't change up for no change

Or a chain, I ain't no slave
To this game, woah, wait
Uh, 300 and it's stashed inside the place
Where I'm posted at?, I'm in East L.A. boy

Who the fuck is you?
You a lame boy
You all sound the same boy
You hungry for the fame boy

They see my style, they copy n' paste
They know that I'm on a new wave
The shit that I seen, I take it to the grave
I came here to drill, I ain't come here to play

Boy what you want from me?
You can't get nothin' for free, (uh-huh)
Sippin' on wock in the backseat
She gon' give me top, I call her fake taxi

Run through my hood
And you know we taxin'
Yo shit yeah we may just jack it
What size you wear lil homie, yeah I really like your jacket

Yeah, all about my fashion, fashion, I'm an icon
My bitch only dress in the latest she wear nylon
And, yeah, I feel just like Uzi, my bitch call me myron
I'm making all this bank, you can call it Tyra, okay

I'm more stylish, stylish, way more stylish than Billie Eilish, yeah
I don't need no stylist, I stay higher than a fucking pilot, yeah
And I ain't fucking stopping till I get a fucking island, yeah
Anything I want, I'ma fuckin' buy it, yeah

Boy what you want from me?
You can't get nothin' for free, (uh-huh)
Sippin' on wock in the backseat
She gon' give me top, I call her fake taxi

Run through my hood
And you know we taxin'
Yo shit yeah we may just jack it
What size you wear lil homie, yeah I really like your jacket

Yeah, all about my fashion, fashion, I'm an icon
My bitch only dress in the latest she wear nylon
And, yeah, I feel just like Uzi, my bitch call me myron
I'm making all this bank, you can call it Tyra, okay