Lyrics Fashion Shit! - Nada!

(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