Fashionista Galore
[Verse 1]

I just bought the mall, i just threw it in the bag (uh)
Boujee bitch can't catch her looking at no price tag (uh)
Shawty look as good in the front as the back (uh)
Mami don’t stop until she got them in the bag (uh)

Shawty sing ooh na-na, She act like she Madonna
Material Girl, she got Fendi, she got Prada (prada)
Well If you a fashion killa, I'm gone rock my Margiela
I don't need no stylist, water on me like a swimmer (wet)

Shawty got a little high and now she floating on to me (yeah)
She know I’m a star 'cause see the snakes printed on my jeans (yeah)
I buy diamonds for that shawty if she is a dimepiece (what)
Baby you don't gotta front, you wanna be just like me

Don't lose your focus, live in the moment, girl this the fashion magnum opus, his style is hopeless, he do not own shit
Girl you know that we just got the whole club jumping
Tell me what you rocking if you saucy you gone gone bump this
[Chorus]

Baby If you got juice, let your chain hang low
If you got the sauce, let your red bottoms hit the floor
This ain't for no brokebois, Fashionista Galore
I drip on my walk, Fashionista Galore

Diamond Necklace, you ain't see these at the store
Struttin' down the runway this the key to your heart
Fuck you from the back with my Gucci boxers on
Lil bitch you know this that, Fashionista Galore

[Post-Chorus]

Now I'm drippin’ harder
Rock designer
Gold chain on
Balanciaga

Water on me
Prada on me
Don’t you put that
Fake shit on me

Drippin' harder
Rock designer
Gold chain on
Balanciaga
Water on me
Prada on me
Don’t you put that
Fake shit on me
Baby girl

[Verse 2]

Ferragamo, Patek on yuh
Gucci Socks all in my drawers
My style is incredible I got the superpowers
Reached out to the world and now we blooming like a flower

Girl you wanna yuh
See my in the my coupe (what), birds eye view (yeah)
Looking from the top (okay), AP that's my watch (AP)
It don't tic toc (yeaah), no time for these thots (no thats)
Only for the fashion models

Buying out the jewelry store (b-ling)
I got gucci on my coat (blaw)
Diamonds all lining my throat (bling blaw)
Baby you know what you wanna do

[Chorus]
If you got juice, let your chain hang low
If you got the sauce, let your red bottoms hit the floor
This ain't for no brokebois, Fashionista Galore
I drip on my walk, Fashionista Galore

Diamond Necklace, you ain’t see these at the store
Struttin' down the runway this the key to your heart
Fuck you from the back with my gucci boxers on
Lil bitch you know this that Fashionista Galore

[Post-Chrous]

Now we hotbox the room like we just do not even care
Girl I can barely see you through all the smoke in the air
She take a glance at my chains and start undressing right here
Feeling my chest and running her fingers right through my hair

Look at all of my gucci and louis, hoes start to stare
Stunt so hard on these bitches, yeah you know it isn't fair
I got too many clothes, I got a few I could spare
Yeah, fashionista galore

[Outro]