Fashion Forward

Bags you know dat im on dat
Cash you know dat im on dat
Bags know dat I blow dat
We having gas
But you know I blow dat babe
Told dis hoe I can't
Spent it on sum pants
Ik she fasho got hate me
Make her change her plans up
Fuck ya mans Right now he got no how bae
I might break a couple bands off
To her friends keep playin ya role lil baby
Bands
Gon make you do more lil baby
Bands
Im counting up im going crazy
Bands Bands
They all in my pants I be sagging
Bands
Its all on my plate im not average

Bands you know dat im on dat
Cash you know dat im on dat
This bih so bad you know dat im on dat
Im having swag baby Grab a Kodak
Im not her last one
Im not her last nigga and she know dat
Atlanta cold outside
No bap baby where ya coat at
Nigga where yo shows at nigga
I get racks n blow dat nigga
I get racks n blow dat with her
I got fashion forward bitches
She gets passed to one of my niggas
I done ashed on all of my ricks
Dis all facts yeah nun of it fiction
I done scratched ya bitch off my Hitlist

Racks you know dat im on dat
Cash you know dat im on dat
Bad bitches yea im on that
Raf simons yea I rock dat
Ask ya hoe know I popped that
You betta ask about me know im on dat
Dis hoe keep asking me about a follow back
N I hit that bih n I know that you follow that



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