Angel Haze - Echelon (It’s My Way) lyrics

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 lose as* b**hes know I never gotta stunt Talk behind my back Cause they never in the front. sponsored links b**h bow down better Give me what I want, Feed me berries out in Paris, While I’m counting my crossaint. These b**hes as awful And me I spit that gospel. Lyrical, biblical Holy ghost, pentecostal And b**h, don’t run up on 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*cking ma**es And let em know that it’s coming. I was wearing it first I’m on that f*ck 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*ck what you say It’s my way Fashion week I’m out here slaying Dressed in like all the latest k**ing these mother f*ckers And sh*tting 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*ck 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*ck what you say It’s my way Fashion week I’m out here slaying Dressed in like all the latest k**ing these mother f*ckers And sh*tting on all these haters. Yo, I like to brag alone F*ck dudes, I’m rag and bone Obsess over chicks who look like Mary Kate and Ashley clones Helmut Lang & Philiph Lim Trashy b**h, in cla**y clothes Pop that sh*t, 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*t On that upper echelon Yall n***as know what kind of X I’m on Yall b**hes scared get your sweat shop on. And I’m running everything With a mother f*cking sprain Watching the rest of yall Get your rest stops on. I was wearing it first I’m on that f*ck 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*ck what you say It’s my way Fashion week I’m out here slaying Dressed in like all the latest k**ing these mother f*ckers And sh*tting on all these haters. Everybody sing this song Everybody sing this song Everybody sing this song Everybody sing this song