This track showcases the artists' journey from humble beginnings to their current luxurious lifestyle. They talk about their love for high-end fashion and the joy they derive from flaunting it, hence the title "Fashion". The lyrics also highlight how they handle newfound wealth and fame, expressing a sense of nonchalance towards those who doubted them. Their reference to women and material possessions is indicative of the hip-hop culture's common themes. However, there's an undercurrent of caution as they navigate this glamorous but potentially treacherous world. They remain grounded in their roots, reminding themselves of where they came from. #LuxuryLifestyle #RiseToStardom #HipHopCulture
Fashion
Lyrics
I'm sippin' on juice, smokin' that pack, yeah
Hop out a coupe, step in the Loubs, check out my fashion
I was just tryna be cool, diamonds attackin'
I get me a check, don't know how to act, ah
I get the bag, ah, like The North Face
I get the cash now, she givin' more face
These niggas mad, ha-ha, I'm gettin' more cake
Ain't goin' out sad, nah, nah, nah
AP for the timing, know they hate me, how I'm shinin'
Know they see the money pilin', and my roof gone, gotta find it
Signed up, change the climate, ah
She fell in love with the diamonds
I had to get it on my own
Come get your 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 'cause they doubtin'
I've been ballin' on these niggas so they foulin'
She gon' do it with no hands, she got talent
I'm sippin' on juice, smokin' that pack, yeah
Hop out a coupe, step in the Loubs, check out my fashion
I was just tryna be cool, diamonds attackin'
I get me a check, don't know how to act, ah
I get the bag, ah, like the North Face
I get the cash now, she givin' more face
These niggas mad, ha-ha, I'm gettin' more cake
Ain't goin' out sad, nah, nah, nah
YSL tag (huh), big Prada bag (bag)
Quarter mil' cash (milli'), I was down bad (bad)
Bring your friends, we could fuck, I don't do dates (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 (salty)
I came from the bottom, designer all on me (on me)
Who knew this would happen? (Happen)
From trappin' to rappin', but now I'm in fashion
The finest of fabrics
Too many bands, they doin' gymnastics
Hop out the coupe (coupe)
My young niggas might shoot out the roof (grraow)
I got the juice (juice)
They was hatin', I was playin' it cool
Damn, I said that I won't miss you (miss you)
I'm in love with the money, I can't kiss you (Rich)
I'm sippin' on juice, smokin' that pack, yeah
Hop out a coupe, step in the Loubs, check out my fashion
I was just tryna be cool, diamonds attackin'
I get me a check, don't know how to act, ah
I get the bag, ah, like the North Face
I get the cash now, she givin' more face
These niggas mad, ha-ha, I'm gettin' more cake
Ain't going out sad, nah, nah, nah
Writer(s): Dimitri Rogers, Jason Critchlow, James Montgomery
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Songtrust Ave
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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