Fashion lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah yeah, I'm fresh as f*ck if you ask me
I got the homies with me...

[Chorus]
Now n*gga dat, now n*gga dat
Now n*gga dat, now n*gga dats fashion
Now n*gga dat, now n*gga dats fashion
Now n*gga dat, now n*gga dats fashion
And I'm fresh as f*ck if you ask me
All gold and I'm flashy

[Verse 1: Dizzy Wright]
Yo, Jeremy Scotts or these thirteens?
(Which one?) With the wings
But I'm fly like Jordan off of that first string (can't decide)
Call me fresh prince, with this flattop, I'mma take you back
Retros with that face to match
Take a risk when I lace the kicks
Cause I walk on the crowd
Call it cloud surfing
I'm the man out here
Shoe game clean, n*gga and my gear
n*gga n*gga
You a fan out here
You're a f*cking with a lame
Baby stand right here, yeah
Give it up to a new n*gga
Kid ill, he a true spitter
Shoes with ya, she Teyana Taylor bad with a nice round ass
Trying to see what I'mma do with her, yeah yeah
Let her get it if she back into it
Button up with a snap included
Young n*gga with a chest full of tats
Get back fore' I kick you with the Patrick Ewing
Can't stop and it won't stop
n*gga you rap but you won't pop
Its a long shot
Dirty n*gga you have no style
Low key, you in the wrong spot
Let the beat drop
Dre beats for the beep-bop
Good weed, I'm on a tree clock
I don't see hate
Make way for the young boys
Getting rich its a good day
Good god, I'm
So fly I don't need help
We making moves, wear your seat belt
sh*t finna get real
For the club
Cause I'm getting hella love
And I'm just getting my feet wet
[Chorus]
Now n*gga dat, now n*gga dat
Now n*gga dat, now n*gga dats fashion
Now n*gga dat, now n*gga dats fashion
Now n*gga dat, now n*gga dats fashion
And I'm fresh as f*ck if you ask me
All gold and I'm flashy
Now n*gga dat, now n*gga dat
Now n*gga dat, now n*gga dats fashion
Now n*gga dat, now n*gga dats fashion
Now n*gga dat, now n*gga dats fashion
And I'm fresh as f*ck if you ask me
All gold and I'm flashy

[Verse 2: Honey Cocaine]
Im fresh as f*ck if you ask me
(all gold and im flashy)
Come thru wearing like 6 chains
Chanel sh*t from the 70s
Your sh*t wack, your sh*t lame
I'm sh*ting all on the enemies
Them double Cs, French sh*t
Rose gold piece, im a french b*tch
Gold so soft you can bend it
But this sh*t so heavy, im dented
Like god, damn, got white gold
Got goldie gold, got 24 carat thats Kobe gold
We T.dot kids
They know we cold
Like , ugh, sh*t
You ain't no star, got no time
You got no bars, you got no rhymes
And you wearing sh*t i wore in 09'
How you feel when you late as f*ck
Copy my style, gon' scrape it up
I be feeling like a milli when I'm waking up
My main b*tch out in Philli she'll shape you up (ugh)
You worry about looking like a 10
You better worry about keeping it a hunnid
All those clothes don't really mean sh*t
Cuz' the weak hoes get no lovin'
Been fresh then a b*tch, since 9th grade
Show you how to ball, in 9 ways
The north side b*tches be bad as f*ck
Coolin' in some Js them 9 greys
Prolly 80K on my f*cking neck that's Why the 'G'est of the 'G'est
n*ggas show me respect
[Chorus]
Now n*gga dat, now n*gga dat
Now n*gga dat, now n*gga dats fashion
Now n*gga dat, now n*gga dats fashion
Now n*gga dat, now n*gga dats fashion
And I'm fresh as f*ck if you ask me
All gold and I'm flashy
Now n*gga dat, now n*gga dat
Now n*gga dat, now n*gga dats fashion
Now n*gga dat, now n*gga dats fashion
Now n*gga dat, now n*gga dats fashion
And I'm fresh as f*ck if you ask me
All gold and I'm flashy

[Verse 3 :Kid Ink]
Fresh as f*ck i need a lifestyle
Condom, my lifestyle
Ain't common, just let me school you like mr.high tower
Higher then a concord
Pair high top 11s on
n*ggas know im a fashion killa
So you better have your weapon drawn,
The best dressed and i bet on it
100k round my neck, golden
Less friends with more money
Drivin' round like a crash dummy,
Young city boy and i know it
Long socks see the stance,
I got these naked and famous hoes
Tryna get all in my pants (damn)
Flyer than Pan Am
Always in beast mode
But PETA said no lamb skin
Fake furs, no fake sneakers
Im ballin in Balmain
Dress to kill by the grim reaper
Alumni snap, f*ck Tisa
You n*ggas all dressed in f*ck-season
I walk thru the sand in these LeBron James southbeachers
I dont give a damn i got two pairs,one without creases
Wild'n'out for no reason
Red bottoms on the red carpet
Fashion for what i headstarted, the run way
n*gga dont play
[Chorus]
Now n*gga dat, now n*gga dat
Now n*gga dat, now n*gga dats fashion
Now n*gga dat, now n*gga dats fashion
Now n*gga dat, now n*gga dats fashion
And I'm fresh as f*ck if you ask me
All gold and I'm flashy
Now n*gga dat, now n*gga dat
Now n*gga dat, now n*gga dats fashion
Now n*gga dat, now n*gga dats fashion
Now n*gga dat, now n*gga dats fashion
And I'm fresh as f*ck if you ask me
All gold and I'm flashy