Fashion Week Lyrics

Yeah, stick in the party

I'm 'bout to take her to (Huh)

Yeah, I need my stick in the party

It ain't finna be no robberies

I'm 'bout to take her to Follies (Yeah)

She wanna pop her a Molly (Yeah yeah)

I'm trynna be that young nigga you call whenever you need somebody

You know my lil boo thang a Muslim

She got me saying "Wallahi"

She wanna hop in a Mazi

Her body resemble Ashanti's

She out here callin' herself the throat goat, she better know how to Swally

I like her drippin', it's like Dasani

Slim in her waist, she get that from mommy

She said, "Can we go shopping?"

I told her, "Probably"

She wanted Gucci, she wanted Prada

She wanted Louis, Dolce Gabbana

The Dior's, the Dior's and Balenciaga's

She fell in love with the finest things

And I'm spending money to hide the pain

Yeah, new Benz truck i'ma slide in the rain

Every birthday it's a brand new chain

A lot of this shit I could never explain

Yeah, But that won't make me change (Yeah, it won't)

That won't turn me into no fuck nigga

I rather up it and bang

In reality, i'm not the guy of your fantasy

This shit ain't happen romantically

You way too stuck up and focused on vanity

You only care where the cameras be

I'm trynna stack up my paper like Legos, cause it'll make her do what I say so

It gotta be pounds of Za Za around cause i'ont like dropping them Fuego's

You gotta be real to get on my payroll, re-up out Cali then lay low

Face card good like a eight hundred credit score, it ain't a place that I can't go (Swear)

If you stay down I might buy you a rose

I might just drip it in gold

I want you to tell me about all your goals

I wanna hear shit I ain't know (I wanna know)

But if you try to trick me, this shit can get it icky

I thought you was actually with me

I know we be outside vibing but shit can get violent

I need me a blicky

I need my stick in the party (Swear)

It ain't finna be no robberies (It won't)

I'm 'bout to take her to Follies

She wanna pop her a Molly (Yeah yeah)

I'm trynna be that young nigga you call whenever you need somebody

You know my lil boo thang a Muslim

She got me saying "Wallahi"

She wanna hop in a Mazi

Her body resemble Ashanti's

She out here callin' herself the throat goat

She better know how to Swally (You better know)

I like her drippin', it's like Dasani

Slim in her waist, she get that from mommy

She said, "Can we go shopping?"

I told her, "Probably"

She wanted Gucci, she wanted Prada

She wanted Louis, Dolce Gabbana

The Dior's, the Dior's and Balenciaga's

She fell in love with the finest things

And I'm spending money to hide the pain

Yeah, new Benz truck i'ma slide in the rain

Every birthday it's a brand new chain

A lot of this shit I could never explain

Ooh, Yeah

It's Nast, Two

Finer things

Uh, yeah shopping spree's

She wanna ball, and ride with me

It's Nast, ooh