Fashion

(アルバム： The Golden Age - 2013)

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

[Hook: x2]
Now nigga dat, now nigga dat,
Now nigga dat, now nigga dats flashy
[x3]
And I'm fresh as fuck if you ask me
All gold and I'm flashy

[Verse 1: Dizzy Wright]
Yo, Jeremy Scotts or these thirteen (which one's?)
With the wings
But I'm fly like Jordan off that first string (can't decide)
Call me fresh prince,
With this flattop I'm gonna take you back
Retros with that face to match
Take a risk
Man I lace the kicks
Cause' I walk on the crowd
Call it cloud surfing,
I'm the man out here (I'm the man out here)
Shoe game clean and nigga my gear
Nigga nigga
You a fan out here (you a fan out here)
You're a fucking with a lame
Baby stand right here (yeah)
Give it up to a new nigga
Kid ill, he a true spitter
Shoes [?] with a nice round ass
See what I do with'er (yeah yeah)
Let her get it, if shes back in two
Button up with a snapping clue (that's right)
Young nigga with a chest of tats
Get back
Fore' I kick you with the Patrick?
Can't stop and it won't stop
Give you wrap but you won't pop
It's a long shot
Dirty nigga you have no style
Low key, keep 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 ways for the young boys
Getting rich it's a good day
Good God, I'm
So fly I don't need help
We making moves, wear your seat belt
Shit finna get real
For the club
Because I'm getting hella love
And I'm just getting my feet wet

[Hook: x2]
Now nigga dat, now nigga dat,
Now nigga dat, now nigga dats flashy
[x3]
And I'm fresh as fuck if you ask me
All gold and I'm flashy

[Verse 2: Honey Cocaine]
I'm fresh as fuck if you ask me,
(All gold and I'm flashy)
Come thru wearing like 6 chains,
Channel shit from the 70s,
Your shit wack, your shit lame,
I'm shiting all on the enemies,
Dem double c's, front shit,
Rose gold piece, I'm a french bitch
Gold so soft you can bend it,
But this shit so heavy, I'm dented,
Like God, damn, got white gold,
Got goldie gold, got 24 carat that's colby gold
We t-dye kids,
They know we cold,
Like, ugh, shit,
You ain't no star, got no time,
You got no bars, you got no rhymes
And you wearing shit I wore in 09',
How you feel when you late as fuck,
Copy my style, gon' scape it up,
I be feeling like a milli when I'm waking up,
My main bitch,
I ain't finished, ill 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 shit,
Cause' the weak hoes get no loving,
Been fresh then a bitch, since 9th grade,
Show you how to ball, in 9 ways
The north side bitches be bad as fuck,
Cooling in some j's and [?]
Prolly 80k on my fucking necklace,
While the g are the g,
Nigga show me respect.

[Hook: x2]
Now nigga dat, now nigga dat,
Now nigga dat, now nigga dats flashy
[x3]
And I'm fresh as fuck if you ask me
All gold and I'm flashy

[Verse 3: Kid Ink]
Fresh as fuck 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
Niggas know I'm 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,
Driving round like a crash dummy,
Young city boy and I know it,
Long as I can see the stance,
I got these naked and famous hoes,
Tryna get all in my pants (damn)
Fly up then pan & aim,
Always in beast mode,
But peter said no lamb skin,
Fake furs, no fake sneakers,
I'm ballin in Balmain
Dress to kill by the grim reaper
Alumni snap, fuck Tisa
You niggas all dressed in fuck-season,
I walk thru the sand in these jebron james southbeachers,
I don't 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,
Nigga don't play

[Hook: x2]
Now nigga dat, now nigga dat,
Now nigga dat, now nigga dats flashy
[x3]
And I'm fresh as fuck if you ask me
All gold and I'm flashy