Fashion Week

Steel Banglez The Elements Shit, shit, look She smell like Yves Saint Laurent My garms are from Italy, I feel like the Don Paris Fashion Week, I'm watching Louis Vuitton Saw her favorite rapper, listen, now she feeling my song But everything she do is for the media I might jock you for your bredrin, I Don't need ya Her exes always tryna follow, I'ma lead ya Her body tight, she looking hot up like a fever Got me looking eager I only trust girls on days that Don't end with a Y Don't ask why, you can't ever see trust Catch up, you could never keep up Wrist froze if I ever freeze up You no say we flex and cheques so we like, like You know she money, man, it's like you turned blind eye Ooh, five bags that's a bad night Ooh, we getting money now she like, like Fucked her with the blindfold, she ugly like me She no say nothin', she just thought I was a freak You can get a crackin' when I see you on the streets No like a nigga, you Don't want beef You know that they do this for real, mama (for real mama) You know that they catch and they kill, mama (mama) You know that I'm feeling your style, mama (style mama) You know we got a lot for the whole summer She smell like Yves Saint Laurent (Yves Saint Laurent) My garms are from Italy, I feel like the Don (I feel like the Don) Paris Fashion Week, I'm watching Louis Vuitton (Louis Vuitton) Saw her favourite rapper, listen, now she feeling my song (she feeling) But everything she do is for the media (for the media) I might jock you for your bredrin, I Don't need ya (I Don't need ya) Her exes always tryna follow, I'ma lead ya (lead ya) Her body tight, she looking hot up like a fever Got me looking eager Remy in my cup got me seeing every peng ting twice Now I'm feeling nice, no mixer, just ice She said I'm too cold, baby, that's the ice Free my niggas that are scrubs doing deals for the rice You're taking pics but will you back the beef? I'm a VIP, for real, with these stacks on me Tryna beef with who I love, that's a catastrophe 'Cause we came up from the mud like it's Glastonbury Fendi on my belt match my pretty brown miss And my Henny's super red, that's some expensive brown piss She said she wants tequila but I ain't about this I Don't really drink Patron when I ain't around miss (ain't around miss) And I hate makeup, that's your choice though (choice though) Rest assured, you can't get up in this Royce though (no you'can't) I'm up on all of my opps as far as points go 'Cause no one's copping what we're copping with this coin flow She smell like Yves Saint Laurent (Yves Saint Laurent) My garms are from Italy, I feel like the Don (I feel like the Don) Paris Fashion Week, I'm watching Louis Vuitton (Louis Vuitton) Saw her favorite rapper, listen, now she feeling my song (she feeling) But everything she do is for the media (for the media) I might jock you for your bredrin, I Don't need ya (I Don't need ya) Her exes always tryna follow, I'ma lead ya (lead ya) Her body tight, she looking hot up like a fever Got me looking eager (Oh yeah) (Ooh yeah) (Got me dreaming like) (Oh oh, oh oh) (Oh oh, oh oh) She smell like Yves Saint Laurent (Yves Saint Laurent) My garms are from Italy, I feel like the Don (I feel like the Don) Paris Fashion Week, I'm watching Louis Vuitton (Louis Vuitton) Saw her favorite rapper, listen, now she feeling my song (she feeling) But everything she do is for the media (for the media) I might jock you for your bredrin, I Don't need ya (I Don't need ya) Her exes always tryna follow, I'ma lead ya (lead ya) Her body tight, she looking hot up like a fever Got me looking eager Steel Banglez The Elements