Fashion god

[Intro]
(t-t-t-this is love music)
She like "Oh my god, he a fashion-"
She like "Oh my god, he a fashion god"
She like "Oh my god, I wanna hold his-"
She like "Oh my god, I wanna hold his [Glock?]"
(subii, don't you love me?)

[Chorus]
She like "Oh my god, he a fashion-"
She like "Oh my god, he a fashion god"
She like "Oh my god, I wanna hold his-"
She like "Oh my god, I wanna hold his [Glock?]", yeah
Rollie for the clout, yeah
Pray he won't get shot, yeah
Pray he won't get flopped, yeah
She gone give me top, yeah
I don't want the box, yeah
That shit for the lamеs, yeah
That shit for the-

[Verse]
I been on my lone-, nobody havе my back
I been fighting in my head, like, what you know about that?
Like, I got [paid/pain?] for some damn years, no, I can't give that back
I told all my family, that I got your back, yeah
Tried to fall in love, that's a failure
She say "you a lover-boy?", I said "Hell yeah"
Could you tell, yeah, She won't get to tell ya
She want Chanel, yeah, Send it trough the mail, yeah
I was so damn bad, [?] you give me none
I gave you my love, feel like you owe me some
You say that you love me, It don't mean nun', yeah
You gone hit my phone like "What, you need some?", yeah
"What, you need some?", yeah

[Chorus]
She like "Oh my god, he a fashion-"
She like "Oh my god, he a fashion god"
She like "Oh my god, I wanna hold his-"
She like "Oh my god, I wanna hold his [Glock?]", yeah
Rollie for the clout, yeah
Pray he won't get shot, yeah
Pray he won't get flopped, yeah
She gone give me top, yeah
I don't want the box, yeah
That shit for the lames, yeah
That shit for the lames, yeah

[Outro]
(A-A-Ah)
(A-A-Ah)