D-Why - Fashion Week Ignorant lyrics

[Verse 1: D-WHY] Cursin' like a sailor Fresh up out the tailor My current girlfriend look like a young Elizabeth taylor Bob marley and the wailers when I'm playin where the neighbors Let's have a fiesta tomorrow, I'll bring the party favors Imma go in, let me go in, where you goin? Wherever she goin I'm goin lets go Damn she look so elegant I'm trying to ballroom dance to some waka flocka with her Shawty whats good? Lets go [Verse 2: D-WHY] Right now I'm all about business, ain't' worried bout' no b**hes And I'm just trying to get it so I ain't got time to listen Worth that weight in on your fitness Y'all pretend, it's so pretentious With a temptress speaking French, oh did they fail to mention? They're wondering bout' my whereabouts Money, making a fair amount Doing sh** that I care about, wearing sh** that I can't pronounce Hollywood like I'm paramount, get escorted in and carried out If you need me I'll be at Sarah's house, unfastening Sarah's blouse She said I like it slow, I like it slow too Told her friend about D-WHY she said Sarah, "that's old news" Been bumping him, he's so handsome and his flow is cold too Tried to play you his sh** a long time ago, I told you Gave these girls so many lame compliments they just ate it up Gonna be wild when I get money, I ain't never gave a f** Turn front row at fashion week into a f**in' strip club Make it rain on the runway models just to see if they pick it up Yeah, dang she pretty, turn her f**ing bedroom into Magic City Someone tell Karl Lagerfeld we inviting him to king of diamonds with us this weekend We in Miami lets f**ing get it And it goes, D to the F, WHY yes I'm the best I dress to impress, not stressing the rest Why stress when you're blessed and fresh to the d**h? If you're ready to rhyme I spit ready to wreck Cause I'm coming through with my people So nice but oh so evil So chill but oh so lethal, This sh** is so illegal Regal, Cerebral. I'm Steven Segal you schmiegel Fred Segal in easels I'm painting, I'm Pica**o wit' steelo Pitt, Dinero, Chino, and Smith? I'm rocking like Aerosmith Talking I don't care a bit, trying to be more like Marilyn And she look just like Marilyn, getting money like Merrill-Lynch Ride it like the Carrowinds, she's so arrogant, damn I love it Kissing and hugging, flirting and loving, and something-something I like to do all that just not in public, I'm coming, lets go Did someone say murder? At the racetracks got my foot up in the stirrups Put that money on myself, getting cake need some syrup Videos, if we gonna shoot em' we gon' shoot em' over in Europe Hold up, Mannnn I'm so fed up with this bullsh** Ain't in the bullpen, I'm on the pulpit And I got a full clip and I'm bout to pull it And they like drama, I don't like drama I like girls that look like Madonna Wear designer, Gucci, Prada if you see her thank your momma I'm sorry your honor, I promised you that I wouldn't stress them too But now I gotta love em' and feed em' and dress em' too Ask me if I want to sleepover I'm saying yes I do All my homies rep westside so I guess I'm reppin' westside too E to Zoo what it do, baby boo? Baby blue Miss Scarlet and Miss Peaco*k in the bedroom, Uh get a clue Call me Colonel Mustard, you should catch up you're a buster So I guess with that said we should call this place Dave n Busters sh**, and they just ate it up, gonna be wild when I get money I ain't never gave a f** Turn front row at fashion week into a f**ing strip club Make it rain on those runway models just to see if they pick it up