New York Fashion Week

[Verse 1]
New York fashion week I'm in Margiela shades
SV Diablo same color as lemonade
The yellow face Daytona made 'em do double takes
Doubled down on myself then went beyond all estimates
Don't try and group me with featherweights
Fellas I'm running circles round them boys like propeller blades
The boy that went from nothing but his faith shit would escalate
To narcissistic women with me hopping out Escalades
And yeah as far setting records straight
That FN keep me company on all of my еscapades
The neck piеce glimmering like sun on the everglades
But test, it'd be another body put on my resume
My cold hearted, heavyweight
Accomplice with the metal plate
Click it, let her serenade
Plus pendant Homer piece, simply to accentuate
Pure diamond less than three degrees let the record state ugh

[Hook]
I ain't got the time for 'em
Snakes in disguise I had to drop the skies on 'em
I had to drop the bomb on 'em
I switch lanes, I had to pull off M5 on 'em
Said I ain't got the time for 'em
Said I ain't got the time for 'em
Said I, I, I had to drop the top on 'em
Said I, I, I had to drop the bomb on 'em nigga

[Verse 2]
We too grown to do the back and forth
911, back the Porsche
Closet's giving like Raf galore
Seems I found a passion for
Fashion hoes and throwing niggas rent in cash on the floor
Couture dragging on the floor
The Gucci dragon on the sword
C'est la vie, we nose dove it fast off the porch
And hit the gas, no recourse
Them niggas biting styles, class know the source
Right hand to the left the only time I pass off the torch
In that McClaren ducking potholes
Pink diamond imported from Morocco
Raking in blood money like Chapo
And plotting new ventures over Gelato and Moscato
The boys is not home
Pj's, Rome to Stokholm
To french kissing Venezuelan women 'fore I stop home
My overseas mami look like Michiko Malandro
Pretty face, ass colossal
The top's phenomenal

[Hook]