Echelon (It's My Way) [Album Version (Edited)]

I'm in that new school G5 wagon Color Komodo dragon My bitch looks like she Jasmine My nigga looks like Aladdin NKOTB, bitch - all these bitches is has beens I CPR'd the game and now all these bitches is gasping I be on that other, nigga don't get me aggy I'm Mrs. Fatality, endings do not be happy These loser ass bitches know I never gotta stunt, Talk behind my back cause they never in the front Bitch, bow down, better give me what I want, Feed me berries out in Paris while I'm counting my croissant These bitches is awful and me I spit that gospel That lyrical biblical holy ghost, Pentecostal And bitch, don't run up on me I give the fade to who want me And you don't want that shade, You better off where it's sunny And I don't need no friends, Bitch, I'm better off with my money Just alert the fucking masses And let 'em know that it's coming Like I was wearing it first I'm on that fuck what you say, it's my way Fashion week, I'm out here slaying Dressed in like all the latest Bitch you know my money long Everybody sing this song I'm not even concerned I'm on that fuck what you say, it's my way Fashion week, I'm out here slaying Dressed in like all the latest Killing these motherfuckers And shitting on all these haters I'm in that new school G5 wagon Color Komodo dragon Riding beside a baddie that only cares about fashion I'm in that new school R8 Spyder I'm not known as messiah Riding beside a baddie that only wants to get higher I'm in that brand new Murcielago On my way out to Cabo Riding beside a baddie That's never once left Toronto I was wearing it first I'm on that fuck what you say, it's my way Fashion week, I'm out here slaying Dressed in like all the latest Bitch you know my money long Everybody sing this song I'm not even concerned I'm on that fuck what you say, it's my way Fashion week, I'm out here slaying Dressed in like all the latest Killing these motherfuckers And shitting on all these haters Yo, I like to brag alone Fuck dudes in rag and bone Obsess over chicks who look like Mary Kate and Ashley clones Helmut Lang and Philip Lim Trashy bitch, in classy clothes Pop that shit, then pop them pills 'Til I feel like a fancy drone Never catch me at the club I get high and dance alone Bitch, I'm on that boss shit On that upper echelon Y'all niggas know what kind of x I'm on Y'all bitches scared get your sweat shop on And I'm running everything With a mother fucking sprain Watching the rest of y'all Get your rest stops on I was wearing it first I'm on that fuck what you say, it's my way Fashion week, I'm out here slaying Dressed in like all the latest Bitch you know my money long Everybody sing this song I'm not even concerned I'm on that fuck what you say, it's my way Fashion week, I'm out here slaying Dressed in like all the latest Killing these motherfuckers And shitting on all these haters Everybody sing this song Everybody sing this song Everybody sing this song Everybody sing this song