Ft: Future
[Intro]
We we we we predicted this you hear me, we predicted this
[Hook: Future]
See how they at me, see how they at me
Tryna catch me, tryna snatch me
Fly fashion, say I'm fashion
Higher fashion, I'm on acid
I move like I'm on acid, grind I'm higher fashion
I do it real drastic, I do it real drastic
Everything everlasting, money stretch like elastic
And I'm strapped with that plastic
And I'm strapped with that plastic
I love this music with a pa**ion
[Verse 1: Travi$ Scott]
They see Margiela blunts, Louis Vuitton double cups
Designer jersey get seamed up, if it tastes good
n***as rollin' like rollers might roll up in dun dun dun
Don't think that I've had enough
Cuz I been on the binge
Scored a coke model thats a high fashion win
Splurgin' in the mall got me spendin' all my ends
Yeah, we made it to the hills now
Coke costs a couple bills now
Yeah tell me how it feels now
Tired of motherf**ers who wanna be trill
Yeah, down south it get real
Diamonds two steppin' every time I crack the grill
n***as still hate hatin' n***as how I live
[Hook: Future]
[Verse 2: Future]
Flyin' fashion, flyin' fashion, flyin' fashion
In a recession b**h, I got collections b**h
I don't respect the b**h, I might say f** the b**h
And then go and f** the b**h
I seen her self conscious, little devil inside me
And I'm tryin' to hide it
This lean got me nauseous, but I keep on usin'
And with so much Givenchy, and they say I'm abusin' it
I went and tried to sit down with the Pope
To tell him I was usin' to much dope
The only way I tell him anything, he gotta plug me in with the coke
[Hook: Future] x2