Up in Milan, gimme these fashions
Donnatella, we look assassins
Slayin visuals, no compassion
That’s why these b*tches all jumpin on the wagon
Sweet caramel dressed up in Chanel
Mugler with lapels, eyes like a gazelle
These b*tches can’t take, we fashion as hell
Speedy with the strap; mademoiselle
Makin a scene, hot pink Ducati
Swarovski diamonds all on my body
They worship art, sarasvati
I got the fashion eye, Illuminati
Why they mad? I’m nonchalant
This coat tags say Yves saint laurent
Custom, my style avante
That’s why they callin me the debutant
I should pose for Vogue , Make me the front cover
On this runway, we the front runners
We serve straight puss for the c*nt lovers
We make them beats, we the stunt drummers