Angel Haze - Echelon 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 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