Fashion Show lyrics

[Intro]
(I'm in this b*tch with Clayco) (Yeah)
(Yeah, yeah)
I'm high as f*ck, n*gga (Yeah, yeah)
And I don't give a f*ck, n*gga (Yeah, ok)

[Chorus]
If she call, won't call her back
Yeah, I spent racks all on this fashion sh*t
Lil’ b*tch, I'm fly just like a fashion show
I seen a lot of sh*t, and classy hoes
And I done spent a lot and made it back
It come and disappear, just like it's magic
I'm different, I just make sh*t happen
I hate b*tch n*ggas, 'cus they always cappin'

[Verse 1]
Damn, they say "Lonely always rappin"
No, b*tch, I'm always makin’ paper (paper)
Yeah, I always make her wait
Yeah, but no, I'm never doing favors (favors)
No I don't got time for a f*ckin’ hater (hater)
Yes, I'm going up, just like elevator (еlevator)
Got your b*tch goin' down on me, escalator (low kеy)
And these n*ggas they spyin' on me, need a laser (laser)
Tell my mans [?] I won't play him (I won't play him)
I bet we knock 'em out, just like K.O. (K.O.)
I got a big amount of green, like kale (kale, kale!)
And I'm so high in the sky, can't do layovers (layovers, yea!)
I'm sippin' straight drop, no, this not punch (punch, yea!)
When I'm with this slimeball, watch for the gun (gun, watch for the gun)
Yes, we gon' up that sh*t, ain't no way that we runnin' (runnin', ain't no way that we runnin')
They say "aim for the stars" and I conquered the sun (sun, yeah, I conquered the sun)
[Chorus]
If she call, won't call her back
Yeah, I spent racks all on this fashion sh*t
Lil’ b*tch, I'm fly just like a fashion show (fashion show)
I seen a lot of sh*t and classy hoes (classy hoes)
And I done spent a lot and made it back (made it back)
It come and disappear just like it's magic
I'm different, I just make sh*t happen (happen, on God)
I hate b*tch n*ggas ‘cus they always cappin' (cappin')

[Verse 2]
Yeah, nah, for real n*gga (nah for real)
I can't lie, man, I gotta be real with ya (gotta be real with ya)
Man, this life that I live make me feel different (okay!)
Yeah, come to the spot, just drive up the hill n*gga (up the hill)
Yeah, and my pockets got bigga'
She hate me, she say I'm a nonchalant n*gga (nonchalant)
No, this not Bathing Ape, man, this Maison Margiela (this Maison Margiela)
Yes, I'm with your b*tch, and she gon' do whateva'
Yes, I walk in the bank and I flirt with the tella' (yeah, I flirt with the tella')
She bring out big amounts, yeah, whenever I tell her
I'm having hella thousands like muhf*ckin’ Ellen
Yes I come from the DMV, these n*ggas wellin’
And my boy say, “carry your weapon"
This not a tug, man, this sh*t could get deadly
You run up wrong, we might send you to heaven
Yeah, this Chrome Hearts, chrome .38 special
[Outro]
If she call, won't call her back
Yeah, I spent racks all on this fashion sh*t
Lil’ b*tch, I'm fly just like a fashion show
I seen a lot of sh*t and classy hoes
And I done spent a lot and made it back
It come and disappear just like it's magic
I'm different, I just make sh*t happen
I hate b*tch n*ggas ‘cus they always cappin’
(I’m in this b*tch with Clayco)