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"Fashion" lyrics

Jay Critch Lyrics

"Fashion"

(feat. Rich The Kid)

Captain Crunch presents

[Jay Critch:]

I'm sippin on juice, smokin a pack, yuh

Hop out a coupe, step in a Loubs check out my fashion

I was just tryna be cool, diamonds attackin

I get me a check, don't know how to act, ahhhhhhhh

I get the bag ahhhhhhhhh like the north face

I get the cash now, she give me more face

These niggas mad, ha, ha, I'm gettin' more cake

They going out sad na na nahhhhhh

A.P for the timing, know they hate me how I'm shining

They see the money piling and my roof gone gotta find it

Signed up in the climate ahhhhhh

She fell in love with the diamonds

I had to get it on my own

Come get yo shorty she be wildin and I had to

Change the number to my phone

Then it's right back to the thousands

Big racks boy you don't know nothin about it

Gotta flex up on these niggas cuz they doubtin

I've been ballin on these niggas so they foulin

She go do it with no hands she got talent

I'm sippin on juice, smokin a pack yuh

Hop out a coupe, step in a lous check out my fashion

I was just tryna be cool, diamonds attackin

I get me a check, don't know how to act ahhhhhhhh

I get the bag ahhhhhhhhh like the north face

I get the cash now, she give me more face

These niggas mad ha ha I'm gettin more cake

They going out sad na na nahhhhhh

[Rich the Kid:]

YSL tag

Big Prada bag

Quarter mil cash

I was down bad

Bring yo friends we could fuck I don't do dates

Fifty thousand on a lawyer for a court case

I'm actually ballin, fuck her one time, think I'm actually callin

These niggas is salty, I came from the bottom, designer all on me

Who knew this would happen?

From trappin to rappin and now I'm in fashion

The finest of fabrics, too many bands they doing gymnastics

Hop out the coupe, my young niggas might shoot out the roof

I got a juice, they was hating, I was playing it cool

Then I said I won't miss you

I'm in love with the money I can't kiss you

[Jay Critch:]

I'm sippin on juice, smokin a pack yuh

Hop out a coupe, step in a lous check out my fashion

I was just tryna be cool, diamonds attackin

I get me a check, don't know how to act ahhhhhhhh

I get the bag ahhhhhhhhh like the north face

I get the cash now, she give me more face

These niggas mad ha ha I'm gettin more cake

They going out sad na na nahhhhhh

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