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Fashion Week Lyrics by Peezy, Money Man & Larry June, music has been produced by Zara Aldemir & Yvksel3580, and Fashion Week song lyrics are penned down by Peezy, Money Man, Larry June, Zara Aldemir, Yvksel3580, André 3000, Sleepy Brown, Ray Murray, Big Boi & Rico Wade.

Fashion Week Lyrics

Nah, for real
Psh, I still f*ck with Master P, you know? (C-Murder)
Facts (Yeah, R.I.P. Pimp C)
Yeah, ghetto (R.I.P to the real)
Psh, psh

Gold presidential on my wrist like Master P (Like Master P)
I get so fresh that they can’t wear it after me (Get so fresh, they can’t wear it after me)
No, you ain’t gon’ find this in the mall, stop askin’ me (For real)
Exclusive-ass jacket, I look like it’s fashion week (I look like it’s fashion week)
Double cup shorty, R.I.P. to Pimp C (R.I.P. to Pimp C)
Quit the drank last week, I’m sippin’ this week (I’m back sippin’ this week)
No, I can’t sell you no line, stop askin’ me (Stop askin’ me)
Expensive-ass jacket, I look likе it’s fashion week, yeah (Ghetto)

Double cup shorty, R.I.P. to DJ Scrеw (R.I.P.)
Drink promethazine, nah, this ain’t no Absolut (Nah, this ain’t no Absolut)
Yeah, fresh as hell, expensive threads down to my shoe (Uh-huh)
Wockhardt got a ni**a teeth hurtin’, now it’s hard to chew (What else?)
I can’t lie, I love Ricky and Louis, it’s hard to choose (For real)
Me and Goyard got a relationship, that’s my boo (Throw it on)
Two-hundred miles PH, what it say on the dash, I’m on the move (I gotta go)
200K large, what I pay for this kit, I got the proof (I got it)
You ni**as fake as hell, tellin’ kids stories like Dr. Suess (Uh-huh)
These bitches f*ckin’ for that cheese, on the low, they prostitutes (Throw that)
I’m in the brand new AMG 63, ain’t buy the coupe (For real)
Louis jersey on my back like I came out the locker room (Yeah, yeah)
Go

Gold presidential on my wrist like Master P (Like Master P)
I get so fresh that they can’t wear it after me (Get so fresh, they can’t wear it after me)
No, you ain’t gon’ find this in the mall, stop askin’ me (For real)
Exclusive-ass jacket, I look like it’s fashion week (I look like it’s fashion week)
Double cup shorty, R.I.P. to Pimp C (R.I.P. to Pimp C)
Quit the drank last week, I’m sippin’ this week (I’m back sippin’ this week)
No, I can’t sell you no line, stop askin’ me (Stop askin’ me)
Expensive-ass jacket, I look like it’s fashion week, yeah (Ghetto)

Yeah, yeah, uh
Made a couple hunnid (A hunnid) in Paris on fashion week (Man)
Came back, slid through (Uh-huh) the block so casually (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Expensive-ass jacket (Shh, damn), it’s mink from overseas (Overseas)
Casual white tee (Yeah), my J’s from ’03 (Numbers)
Knock the lil’ (Ayy, ayy) from Philly, took her to eat (Haha)
She really couldn’t handle it (Man), shh, I’m too P (Yeah)
I ain’t into trickin’ and shit (Uh), it’s not me (Nah)
Nah, this ain’t the regular Porsche (Damn), I spent three (Three)
Today I might do the plat’ Rolly (Shh) to match Peezy (To match Peezy)
I was sellin’ P’s in ’07, playin’ that Jeezy (Man)
Gotta make sure I’m on toes (Haha), it get greasy (Yeah)
Stock 21 in the pole (Trap), it’s not easy (Go, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Gold presidential on my wrist like Master P (Like Master P)
I get so fresh that they can’t wear it after me (Get so fresh, they can’t wear it after me)
No, you ain’t gon’ find this in the mall, stop askin’ me (Nah, shh)
Exclusive-ass jacket, I look like it’s fashion week (I look like it’s fashion week)
Double cup shorty, R.I.P. to Pimp C (R.I.P. to Pimp C)
Quit the drank last week, I’m sippin’ this week (I’m back sippin’ this week)
No, I can’t sell you no line, stop askin’ me (Stop askin’ me)
Expensive-ass jacket (Shh), I look like it’s fashion week, yeah (Go)

Trappin’ in Bottega, I just sold some P’s and fast
Hoes see me in person, they lose their breathe and start to collapse
Runway garments, everywhere I go I’m the main attraction
Custom made FN, I turn the ni**a into a cadaver
They gon’ bury my in these Cubans, l’ma be icy in my afterlife
Took her shoppin’ in London, we go splurge and catch private flights
Dior give me gifts on my birthday, they show appreciation
Peezy gave me a four of that Wock’, he got me inebriated
Only f*ck with bad bitches with careers who ’bout they business
Every Goyard bag in my closet is filled up with a ticket
Balmain just collabed with Moncler, I’m havin’ all the pieces
Chanel and Louis V for my kin, I buy it for my nieces

Gold presidential on my wrist like Master P (Like Master P)
I get so fresh that they can’t wear it after me (Get so fresh, they can’t wear it after me)
No, you ain’t gon’ find this in the mall, stop askin’ me (Nah, for real)
Exclusive-ass jacket, I look like it’s fashion week (I look like it’s fashion week)
Double cup shorty, R.I.P. to Pimp C (R.I.P. to Pimp C)
Quit the drank last week, I’m sippin’ this week (I’m back sippin’ this week)
No, I can’t sell you no line, stop askin’ me (Stop askin’ me)
Expensive-ass jacket, I look like it’s fashion week, yeah (Go)


SONG INFO:

Song: Fashion Week
Artist: Peezy, Money Man & Larry June
Music: Zara Aldemir & Yvksel3580
Lyrics: Peezy, Money Man, Larry June, Zara Aldemir, Yvksel3580, André 3000, Sleepy Brown, Ray Murray, Big Boi & Rico Wade


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