Fashion Nova Lyrics

Ayy she knowin'

All my wrongs

Mm she knowin'

All my wrongs

Uh she knowin'

All my wrongs

Ayy she knowin'

All my wrongs

I was in the booth

She started tripping

Like when you

Comin' home

Don't got a blazer

She want my trail

She won't leave

Me alone

Don't got a blade

She want my trail

She won't leave

Me alone

Uh ayy you the

Type to send

Her rose

I'm the type to

Send her home

You the type

I like for real

You the type I

Wanna bone

You the type to

Take her out

I'm the type

To take her home

You the type

To get a girl

I'm the type to

Get some hoes

Uh this that real

Nigga shit

This that pull up

To my house

So we could shh

Real quick

This that pull up

To my car

Don't let your nigga

Know about this

This that she

Only want me

Cause she see me

With another bitch

Uh ayy

You went bougie

Now you broke

Hell no

That's a joke

New bitch don't shop

On Shein

Her dress come from

Fashion nova

And my

New bitch

Bad as hell

I told that bitch

To bend over

We got money

By the load

I hope that shit

Send it over

We got money

By the load

I hope that shit

Send it over

Fuck the bitch

I sent her home

We gon' catch it

How we feelin'

How the hell

They move slow

Fuck a hand out

Tryna put my

Foot in the door

Cause I'm a

Risk taker

You ain't talkin'

About no money

Bitch I'll see

You later

I don't even

Need no jersey

But I'm a

Real player

All that hating

Shit dont faze you

When you a

Real player

Fuck a hand out

Baby I'm a

Risk taker

Uh ayy uh

I don't use

No sprint

Tellin' me to slow down

Number aint on

Speed dial

How the hell

She freak dial

All my songs

Never cheap

Everything a freestyle

Uh ayy

You went bougie

Now you broke

Hell no

That's a joke

New bitch

Don't shop

On Shein

Her dress

Come from

Fashion Nova

And my new

Bitch bad as hell

I told that bitch

To bend over

We got money

By the load

I hope that shit

Send it over

She knowin'

All my wrongs

I was in the booth

She started tripping

Like when you

Comin' home

Don't got a blazer

She want my trail

She won't leave

Me alone

Don't got a blade

She want my trail

She won't leave

Me alone

Uh ayy you the

Type to send

Her rose

I'm the type to

Send her home

You the type

I like for real

You the type I

Wanna bone

You the type to

Take her out

I'm the type

To take her home

You the type

To get a girl

I'm the type to

Get some hoes

Uh this that real

Nigga shit

This that pull up

To my house

So we could shh

Real quick

This that pull up

To my car

Don't let your nigga

Know about this

This that she don't

Even want me

Cause she see me

With another bitch

Ayy

You went bougie

Now you broke

Hell no

That's a joke

New bitch

Don't shop

At Shein

Her dress come

From fashion nova

And my new

Bitch bad as hell

I told that bitch

To bend over

We got money

By the load

I hope that shit

Send it over