Stylish

I'm black, I'm classic, bougie, I'm stylish I'm bougie, I'm stylish

I'm black, I'm classic, bougie, I'm stylish I'm bougie, I'm stylish

Suddenly they say they love me But I know that they're lying

Past things, wrong timing I no dey for all their whining

Step out of my crib, looking stunning A lot of whining and dining

I put a lot of calls on pending Stepping out, I'm stepping in fendi

My story just began, no ending If you can't hate, then just blend in

You can come and get, I'm not sending I got a lot of guys, when no send me

Look me less, less, they no rate me Use their money, intimidate me

But God found the boy and then He graced me He lifted me up, He surfaced me