paroles de chanson FASHÓN - Tyra Banks , Todrick Hall

Tyra
Yeah, Todrick?
You ready?

We serving bitch
But make it fashón
But make it fashón
But make it fashón
Darling, we fucking rich (smize me)
But make it fashón (fashón)
But make it fashón
But make it fashón, darling

My body (my body)
Was born (was born)
For the runway
Yeah, yeah, yeah (rrr)
So pour your fashion (fashón)
On me, honey
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(Here we go, here we go)

You know that I strut like a supermodel
And every step I take I gag the girls
They gonna eat it up, just watch of gabble
And when I strike a pose they clutch the pearls

We serving bitch
But make it fashón (smize me)
But make it fashón (darling)
But make it fashón (haha)
Darling, we fucking rich
But make it fashón (full of coin)
But make it fashón (bring the drama)
But make it fashón (here we go), darling

And we serving 'em money, money, money, money
But make it fashion, make it fashion, darling
And we serving 'em money, money, money, money
But make it fashion, make it fashion, darling
(Fashón, darling)

Girl I (came to smize)
All blessed (all blessed)
To behold me
Yeah, yeah, yeah (uh)
'Cause fashion would never
Leave me lonely
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(And don't forget it)

I don't need a man, I need a Birkin
I don't need your love just ice my wrist, whoa!
Give me some expensive, here's to hurting
Baby, I'm a fashion masochist! Oh!

We serving witch
But make it fashón (oh, yeah)
But make it fashón (looky-loo)
But make it fashón (fashón)
Darling, we fucking rich (yes, gawd)
But make it fashón (it's a lot)
But make it fashón (get the)
But make it fashón (fashón), darling

And we serving 'em money, money, money, money
But make it fashion, make it fashion, darling
And we serving 'em money, money, money, money
But make it fashion, make it fashion, darling

Serve, swish, then hips
Pop the base and put the pop to the floor
Beat the face, the Kim K contour
Custom, custom, it ain't safe in the store
But if you gas me up you might get it on call
Take my picture, it'll last longer
If it ain't rich then put that shit on her
Walk is sissy but that ain't no sir
Bitches called period on butt

Face is cracked when a bitch enter
Whip, flash, now the kids on blur
Key to smiling 'cause this shit ain't fur
Glamour sickening and I ain't no girl
Jaws dropped, I tell 'em look, don't stare
I am everything they wish they were
If they call it fashion then we say no sir
It's fashón, darling. okurr!

And we serving 'em money, money, money, money
But make it fashion, make it fashion, darling
And we serving 'em money, money, money, money
But make it fashion, make it fashion, darling

(Serve, swish, then hips)

We serving bitch
But make it fashón
But make it fashón
But make it fashón (work that runway)
Darling, we fucking rich
But make it fashón
But make it fashón
But make it fashón, darling

Just hope to make it fashion, bitches