Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Fashion , by - Jay Critch. Release date: 26.10.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Fashion |
| I’m sippin' on juice, smokin' that pack, yeah |
| Hop out a coupe, step in the Loubs, check out my fashion |
| I was just tryna be cool, diamonds attackin' |
| I get me a check, don’t know how to act, ah |
| I get the bag, ah, like The North Face |
| I get the cash now, she givin' more face |
| These niggas mad, ha ha, I’m gettin' more cake |
| Ain’t goin' out sad, nah, nah, nah |
| AP for the timing, know they hate me, how I’m shinin' |
| Know they see the money pilin', and my roof gone, gotta find it |
| Signed up, change the climate, ah |
| She fell in love with the diamonds |
| I had to get it on my own |
| Come get your shorty, she be wildin' |
| And I had to, change the number to my phone |
| Then it’s right back to the thousands |
| Big racks, boy, you don’t know nothin' 'bout it |
| Gotta flex up on these niggas 'cause they doubtin' |
| I’ve been ballin' on these niggas so they foulin' |
| She gon' do it with no hands, she got talent |
| I’m sippin' on juice, smokin' that pack, yeah |
| Hop out a coupe, step in the Loubs, check out my fashion |
| I was just tryna be cool, diamonds attackin' |
| I get me a check, don’t know how to act, ah |
| I get the bag, ah, like the North Face |
| I get the cash now, she givin' more face |
| These niggas mad, ha ha, I’m gettin' more cake |
| Ain’t going out sad, nah nah nah |
| YSL tag, big Prada bag |
| Quarter mil' cash, I was down bad |
| Bring your friends, we could fuck, I don’t do dates |
| Fifty thousand on a lawyer for a court case |
| I’m actually ballin', fuck her one time, think I’m actually callin' |
| These niggas is salty |
| I came from the bottom, designer all on me |
| Who knew this would happen |
| From trappin' to rappin', but now I’m in fashion |
| The finest of fabrics |
| Too many bands, they doin' gymnastics |
| Hop out the coupe |
| My young niggas might shoot out the roof |
| I got the juice |
| They was hatin', I was playing it cool |
| Damn, I said I won’t miss you |
| I’m in love with the money, I can’t kiss you (Rich) |
| I’m sippin' on juice, smokin' that pack, yeah |
| Hop out a coupe, step in the Loubs, check out my fashion |
| I was just tryna be cool, diamonds attackin' |
| I get me a check, don’t know how to act, ah |
| I get the bag, ah, like the North Face |
| I get the cash now, she givin' more face |
| These niggas mad, ha ha, I’m gettin' more cake |
| Ain’t going out sad, nah nah nah |