Go away together, we could get away forever,Īll emotions clashin', thrashin', someone turn the light out. Spikes and patent leathers, different fabrics mixed together. Smilin' is your treasure, you're so well put together, She ball until she fall, that means she shop till she drop,Īnd Versace: got a lot, but she may never wear it,īut she save it so our babies will be flyer than their parents. Rick Owens, Raf Simons, boy, she got it by the stock. Mami in that Tom Ford, papi in that Thom Browne, I crush down with that top down, bossy, see how I ride ‘round. Your Damir Doma, Vena Cava from the store, I love your Linda Farrow, I adore your Dior, See Visvim be the sneaker, Lanvin or Balmain, Jean Paul Gaultier's ‘cause they match with her persona.Ĭostume National, your Ann Demeuelemeester, Shoes is Alexander Wang and her shirt the newest Donna ‘Cause everything designer, her jeans is Helmut Lang, She jiggy like Madonna, but she trippy like Nirvana. Her attitude Rihanna, she get it from her mama, I'm sippin' purple syrup, come be my Aunt Jemima,Īnd if you is a rider, we'll go shoppin' like mañana. I can't forget Escada, and that Balenciaga, She got a lotta Prada, that Dolce and Gabbana, My bitch a fashion killa, she be busy poppin' tags. ‘Cause she a fashion killa, and I'm a jiggy nigga. ‘Cause she a fashion killa, and I'm a trendy nigga. I said her pistol go, “Bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop!” Her pistol go, “Bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop!”