Fashionista

[Intro]
(Jsab')
(Ah, yeah, yeah)

[Verse 1]
These niggas be mad at me, 'cause I was the first one to take that risk (Take that risk)
I let 'em say what they want as long as they mention the money I get (Wow, bruh)
You tell that ho that you ballin', whole time, you be bench-warmin' and shit (Wow, that nigga not ballin')
That boy better get up his stats, or that nigga better stay out of the mix, 'cause:

[Pre-Chorus]
I ain't gon' pass you the ball, my nigga, if I know you gon' choke, bruh (You gon' choke, yeah)
I'm really clutch, when you give me the rock, it's gon' go in that ho, yeah (Jsabi, yeah)
And after the game, she gon' wear my jersey and give that throat up

[Chorus]
My ho bad, and she know how to dress, I'm fuckin' with fashionistas (Bad as fuck)
I ain't even see her dance, she pushed up on me like, "I'm glad to meet ya" (Like, "What's up?")
She looking bad or whatever, and she want my money, she better off leavin' (Didn't work out)
Hell nah, we not better together, I didn't cuff that ho for a reason (Hell nah)

[Verse 2]
La-Lactose hurt my tummy, still focused on cheese, I got a bad bitch on her knees
I put everything on the line, so there is no way that I can see defeat (Hell nah)
It's really fucked up to me that you making it hard, I'm tryna make it easy (Dead wrong)
I don't enjoy your company, I be chillin' on my own for a reason
(Ayy, yeah)
Niggas I used to be cool wit'
Mad at me, and it's just because:
I run up my bag like ten times faster than they thought I would
No matter what happens, my whole team gon' be ballin'; is that understood? (Fuck nigga, like)

[Pre-Chorus]
I ain't gon' pass you the ball, my nigga, if I know you gon' choke, bruh (You gon' choke, yeah)
I'm really clutch, when you give me the rock, it's gon' go in that ho, yeah (Jsabi, yeah)
And after the game, she gon' wear my jersey and give that throat up

[Chorus]
My ho bad, and she know how to dress, I'm fuckin' with fashionistas (Bad as fuck)
I ain't even see her dance, she pushed up on me like, "I'm glad to meet ya" (Like, "What's up?")
She looking bad or whatever, and she want my money, she better off leavin' (Didn't work out)
Hell nah, we not better together, I didn't cuff that ho for a reason
My-my-my ho bad, and she know how to dress, I'm fuckin' with fashionistas (Bad as fuck)
I didn't even see her dance, she push up on me like, "I'm glad to meet ya" (Like, "What's up?")
She looking bad or whatever, and she want my money, she better off leavin' (Didn't work out)
Hell nah, we not better together, I didn't cuff that ho for a reason (Hell nah)

[Outro]
(Nah)
(Hell nah)