Fashion Forward

[Hook]
Bags, you know that I'm on that
Cash, you know that I'm on that
Bags, you know that I blow that
We having gas, but you know I blow that, baby

[Verse 1]
Told this ho I can't, spend it on some pants, I know she fasho' gon' hate me
Make ya' change your plans up, fuck your mans, right now you got no ho, baby
I might break a couple bands off to her friends, keep playing your role, lil' baby
Bands, gon' make you do more, lil' baby
Bands, I'm counting up, I'm going crazy
Bands— Bands, they all in my pants, I be sagging
Bands is all in my plate, I'm not average

[Refrain]
Bands, you know that I'm on that
Cash, you know that I'm on that
This bitch so bad, you know that I'm on that
I'm having swag, baby, grab a Kodak

[Verse 2]
I'm not the last one, I'm not the last nigga and she know that
Atlanta cold outside, no bap, baby, where your coat at?
Nigga, where your shows at, nigga?
I get racks and blow that, nigga
I get racks and blow that wit' 'em
I got fashion-forward bitches
She get passed to one of my niggas
I done ashed on all of my Ricks
This whole facts, yeah, none of it fiction
I done scratched your bitch off my hit list

[Refrain]
Racks, you know that I'm on that
Cash, you know that I'm on that
Bad bitches, yeah, I'm on that
Raf Simmons, yeah, I rock that

[Outro]
Ask your ho, know I pop that
You better ask about me, know I'm on that
This ho keep asking me about a follow back
And I hit that bitch and I know that you follow that