I'm in that new school G5 wagon
Color Komodo dragon
My b**h looks like she Jasmine
My n***a looks like Aladdin
NKOTB, b**h - all these b**hes is has beens
I CPR'd the game and now all these b**hes is gasping
I be on that other, n***a don't get me aggy
I'm Mrs. Fatality, endings do not be happy
These loser a** b**hes know I never gotta stunt,
Talk behind my back cause they never in the front
b**h, bow down, better give me what I want,
Feed me berries out in Paris while I'm counting my croissant
These b**hes is awful and me I spit that gospel
That lyrical biblical holy ghost, Pentecostal
And b**h, don't run up on me
I give the fade to who want me
And you don't want that shade,
You better off where it's sunny
And I don't need no friends,
b**h, I'm better off with my money
Just alert the f**ing ma**es
And let 'em know that it's coming
Like
I was wearing it first
I'm on that f** what you say, it's my way
Fashion week, I'm out here slaying
Dressed in like all the latest
b**h you know my money long
Everybody sing this song
I'm not even concerned
I'm on that f** what you say, it's my way
Fashion week, I'm out here slaying
Dressed in like all the latest
k**ing these motherf**ers
And sh**ting on all these haters
I'm in that new school G5 wagon
Color Komodo dragon
Riding beside a baddie that only cares about fashion
I'm in that new school R8 Spyder
I'm not known as messiah
Riding beside a baddie that only wants to get higher
I'm in that brand new Murcielago
On my way out to Cabo
Riding beside a baddie
That's never once left Toronto
I was wearing it first
I'm on that f** what you say, it's my way
Fashion week, I'm out here slaying
Dressed in like all the latest
b**h you know my money long
Everybody sing this song
I'm not even concerned
I'm on that f** what you say, it's my way
Fashion week, I'm out here slaying
Dressed in like all the latest
k**ing these motherf**ers
And sh**ting on all these haters
Yo, I like to brag alone
f** dudes in rag and bone
Obsess over chicks who look like Mary Kate and Ashley clones
Helmut Lang and Philip Lim
Trashy b**h, in cla**y clothes
Pop that sh**, then pop them pills
'Til I feel like a fancy drone
Never catch me at the club
I get high and dance alone
b**h, I'm on that boss sh**
On that upper echelon
Y'all n***as know what kind of x I'm on
Y'all b**hes scared get your sweat shop on
And I'm running everything
With a mother f**ing sprain
Watching the rest of y'all
Get your rest stops on
I was wearing it first
I'm on that f** what you say, it's my way
Fashion week, I'm out here slaying
Dressed in like all the latest
b**h you know my money long
Everybody sing this song
I'm not even concerned
I'm on that f** what you say, it's my way
Fashion week, I'm out here slaying
Dressed in like all the latest
k**ing these motherf**ers
And sh**ting on all these haters
Everybody sing this song
Everybody sing this song
Everybody sing this song
Everybody sing this song