I'm in that new school G5 wagon

Color Komodo dragon

My b***h looks like she Jasmine

My n***a looks like Aladdin

NKOTB b***h - all these bitches is has beens

I CPR'd the game and now all these bitches is gasping

I be on that other n***a don't get me aggy

I'm Mrs Fatality endings do not be happy

These loser ass bitches know I never gotta stunt

Talk behind my back cause they never in the front

b***h bow down better give me what I want

Feed me berries out in Paris while I'm counting my croissant

These bitches is awful and me I spit that gospel

That lyrical biblical holy ghost Pentecostal

And b***h don't run up on me

I give the fade to who want me

And you don't want that shade

You better off where it's sunny

And I don't need no friends

b***h I'm better off with my money

Just alert the f**king masses

And let 'em know that it's coming

Like

I was wearing it first

I'm on that f**k what you say it's my way

Fashion week I'm out here slaying

Dressed in like all the latest

b***h you know my money long

Everybody sing this song

I'm not even concerned

I'm on that f**k what you say it's my way

Fashion week I'm out here slaying

Dressed in like all the latest

Killing these motherf**kers

And shitting on all these haters

I'm in that new school G5 wagon

Color Komodo dragon

Riding beside a baddie that only cares about fashion

I'm in that new school R8 Spyder

I'm not known as messiah

Riding beside a baddie that only wants to get higher

I'm in that brand new Murcielago

On my way out to Cabo

Riding beside a baddie

That's never once left Toronto

I was wearing it first

I'm on that f**k what you say it's my way

Fashion week I'm out here slaying

Dressed in like all the latest

b***h you know my money long

Everybody sing this song

I'm not even concerned

I'm on that f**k what you say it's my way

Fashion week I'm out here slaying

Dressed in like all the latest

Killing these motherf**kers

And shitting on all these haters

Yo I like to brag alone

F**k dudes in rag and bone

Obsess over chicks

Who look like Mary Kate and Ashley clones

Helmut Lang and Philip Lim

Trashy b***h in classy clothes

Pop that shit then pop them pills

'Til I feel like a fancy drone

Never catch me at the club

I get high and dance alone

b***h I'm on that boss shit

On that upper echelon

Y'all niggas know what kind of x I'm on

Y'all bitches scared get your sweat shop on

And I'm running everything

With a mother f**king sprain

Watching the rest of y'all

Get your rest stops on

I was wearing it first

I'm on that f**k what you say it's my way

Fashion week I'm out here slaying

Dressed in like all the latest

b***h you know my money long

Everybody sing this song

I'm not even concerned

I'm on that f**k what you say it's my way

Fashion week I'm out here slaying

Dressed in like all the latest

Killing these motherf**kers

And shitting on all these haters

Everybody sing this song

Everybody sing this song

Everybody sing this song