I´m in that new school, G5 wagon Color, Komodo Dragon My bitch look like she Jasmine My nigga look like Aladdin NKOTB, bitch
All these bitches is has-beens I CPR´d the game And now all these bitches is gasping I be on that other Nigga, don´t get me aggy I´m Mrs. Fatality Endings do not be happy These loser-ass bitches know I never gotta stunt Talk behind my back Cause they never in the front Bitch bow down Better give me what I want Feed me berries out in Paris While I´m counting my croissant These bitches is awful And me I spit that Gospel That lyrical, biblical, Holy Ghost, Pentecostal And bitch don´t run up on me
I give the fade to who want me And you don´t want that shade You better off where it´s sunny And I don´t need no friends bitch I´m better off with my money Just alert the fucking masses Let ´em know that it´s coming, like
(I was wearing it first) I´m on that "Fuck what you say It´s my way" Fashion Week, I´m out here slaying Dressed in, like, all the latest Bitch, you know my money long Everybody sing this song
(I´m not even concerned) I´m on that "Fuck what you say
It´s my way" Fashion Week, I´m out here slaying Dressed in, like, all the latest Killing these motherfuckers And shitting on all these haters
I´m in that new school, G5 wagon Color, Komodo Dragon Riding beside a baddie that only cares about fashion I´m in that new school, R8 Spyder I´m now known as messiah Riding beside a baddie that only wants to get higher I´m that brand new Murciélago On my way out to Cabo Riding beside a baddie that´s never once left Toronto
(I was wearing it first) I´m on that "Fuck what you say It´s my way" Fashion Week, I´m out here slaying Dressed in, like, all the latest Bitch, you know my money long Everybody sing this song
(I´m not even concerned) I´m on that "Fuck what you say It´s my way" Fashion Week, I´m out here slaying Dressed in, like, all the latest Killing these motherfuckers And shitting on all these haters
Yo, I like to brag alone
Fuck dudes in rag and bone Obsess over chicks who look like Mary-Kate & Ashley clones Helmut Lang & Philiph Lim Trashy bitch in classy clothes Pop that shit then pop them pills ´Til I feel like a fancy drone Never catch me at the club I get high and dance alone Bitch I´m on that boss shit On that upper echelon Y´all niggas know what kind of X I´m on Y´all bitches scared get your sweatshop on And I´m running everything with a motherfuckin´ sprain Watching the rest of y´all get your rest stops on
(I was wearing it first)
I´m on that "Fuck what you say It´s my way" Fashion Week, I´m out here slaying Dressed in, like, all the latest Bitch, you know my money long Everybody sing this song
(I´m not even concerned) I´m on that "Fuck what you say It´s my way" Fashion Week, I´m out here slaying Dressed in, like, all the latest Killing these motherfuckers And shitting on all these haters
Everybody sing this song Everybody sing this song Everybody sing this song