I'm not the most decorated at the fashion show,
But if you have to know
If you rockin' Shein jeans or any Fashion Nov'
I'll promptly ask your ass to go
It's not a personal thing,
I'm tryna smash the hoes
Look, I prefer vintage
I like to blow bands on fits
That look like it was thrifted
I like the classic whips,
Wide bodies,
Where you shift it
Keep the wraps up in the dash
Like I'm preparing for Christmas
Got the straps with my mans,
Not into the murder business
Plus I'm the one with the vision
I told him, do you, and I'ma get it
Had him sleepin' on the dream,
But now we workin' for a livin'
It's time to make a killin', uh,
Pressure weighin' heavy on me nowadays
Diamonds
Bought Mama stones,
She said it's barbaric
At least I'm not alone,
I got my Arc'teryx on
Richmond after 12 is like a dark Paris
Parents doubted my music,
They had it hard, marriage
Mama mixin' hard liquor,
Her liver starts failin'
Turns out it's just a fluke,
But we were all scared
But dammit,
Daddy too busy to show some solidarity

Fashion week,
Shit is gettin' that serious
It's hectic over here,
It's been a bad year
Rough patches like a bad beard
I had to make a change like cashier
And clear the cache,
And now the cash here
Fashion week,
Chic sweater, cashmere
Fashion week
We casually pull masterpieces off the racks here
I don't wanna embarrass ya
We didn't care,
So now you actin' out of character
Yeah
Fashion week

Uh
This ain't regular Dior,
I don't believe in Jesus
I'm already crossed
Keep the Jesus pieces
Keep the demons too
I only drive egregious Bimmers
Is that a Honda Civic?
I ain't mean to be facetious
Face-timing with my shorty overseas
At the Chanel store
Claiming that she "Over C's"
'Till I send her bread to make the transaction
Now the plans switchin',
I know you wanted that clutch
Automatic transmission like,
Burberry trenches
For my brothers in the trenches, like
Mint vintage Louis
For those who never got a mention, like
I don't give a fuck about anybody pretending, like
He claim he saw the signs,
But under false pretenses
I don't get it
Your whole image fake
You street, but you're greener than whole spinach
E46, check the windows,
Them hoes tinted
I'm ghost
I might go rogue with some Vogue women
No promo, might still go gold with this
Or platinum
At this point whatever happens, happens
Undercover fashion dastardly mixed with digi dashes
And wicked Rick and Raf collabs
Fuck a Fendi bag it's

Fashion week,
Shit is gettin' that serious
It's hectic over here,
It's been a bad year
Rough patches like a bad beard
I had to make a change like cashier
And clear the cache,
And now the cash here
Fashion week,
Chic sweater, cashmere
Fashion week
We casually pull masterpieces off the racks here
I don't wanna embarrass ya
We didn't care,
So now you actin' out of character
Yeah
Fashion week