(Ft. Future)
[Intro]
We we we we predicted this you hear me, we predicted this
[Hook: Future]
See how they at me, see how they at me
Tryna catch me, tryna snatch me
Fly fashion, say I’m fashion
Higher fashion, I’m on acid
I move like I’m on acid, grind I’m higher fashion
I do it real drastic, I do it real drastic
Everything everlasting, money stretch like elastic
And I’m strapped with that plastic
And I’m strapped with that plastic
I love this music with a passion
[Verse 1: Travi$ Scott]
They see Margiela blunts, Louis Vuitton double cups
Designer jersey get seamed up, if it tastes good
Niggas rollin’ like rollers might roll up in dun dun dun
Don’t think that I’ve had enough
Cuz I been on the binge
Scored a coke model thats a high fashion win
Splurgin’ in the mall got me spendin’ all my ends
Yeah, we made it to the hills now
Coke costs a couple bills now
Yeah tell me how it feels now
Tired of motherfuckers who wanna be trill
Yeah, down south it get real
Diamonds two steppin’] every time I crack the grill
Niggas still hate hatin’ niggas how I live
[Hook: Future]
[Verse 2: Future]
Flyin’ fashion, flyin’ fashion, flyin’ fashion
In a recession bitch, I got collections bitch
Out of respect the bitch, I won’t say fuck the bitch
And then go and fuck the bitch
I seen her self conscious, little devil inside me
And I’m tryin’ to hide it
This lean got me nauseous, but I keep on usin’
And with so much Givenchy, and they say I’m abusin’ it
I went and tried to sit down with the Pope
To tell him I was usin’ to much dope
The only way I tell him anything, he gotta plug me in with the coke
[Hook: Future] x2
