Fashion

Lyrics

Ooh, oh
 Yeah, yeah
 Oh, woah
 Woah, woah
 All this fashion, oh, you get fashion
 She want fashion, she get fashion
 All in the mansion, feelin' like dancin'
 Cartiers dancin', AP dancin'
 She ain't perfect, but she worth it
 She be servin', she be surfin'
 And she make it disappear just like it's magic
 Wear that Gucci with the Louis, mix and match it (woah, woah, woah)
 She got a lit switch, I gotta big stick, go off
 It gotta fit rich, you can't sit with her all (woah, woah, woah)
 Big body Benz, you know it ain't rented
 She let me hit in the back with no prob with the windows tinted
 Shoo, shoo
 Girl, you the truth
 It's kinda hard for me to hold you (I ain't even gon' hold)
 Even hard for me to control you
 'Cause you the baddest
 And you ain't settlin' for nothin', only if it's lavish
 It ain't up for no discussion, you got lots of habits
 Shoo, shoo (word)
 Baby, got mass appeal
 Play with the mass appeal
 Pull up to L.A., we got that vibe
 Say she like that D'USSÉ, baby, open wide
 Looking good like Megan, girl, you in yo' prime
 You gon' have a good time, you gon' let it shine, let it shine
 Get you a fit when I'm online, you know she got taste
 Play with them racks
 Hold that blue faces on yo' waist (woah, woah, woah)
 Shoo shoo
 Girl, you the truth
 It's kinda hard for me to hold you
 Even harder for me to control you
 'Cause you the baddest
 All this fashion, oh, you get fashion
 She want fashion, she get fashion
 All in the mansion, feelin' like dancin'
 Cartiers dancin', AP dancin'
 She ain't perfect, but she worth it
 She be servin', she be surfin'
 

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Song Details

Duration
02:06
Key
6
Tempo
164 BPM

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