Lyrics to Fashiontrappin
Lil' Florida jit, gon' talk my shit, you know what I'm sayin'?
Ha, yeah
Grew up on the Northside, that's where I was at
Call up Jah, with the fire, I know he gon' slide
Real Florida baby, ridin' 'round in Mercedes
And I get the ladies 'cause they know I get the payments
Real money habit, got the bread, fashion trappin'
Addicted to these clothes, I got fashion habits
On the road, I'm doin' shows, somehow I just started rappin'
Posted with my bro, bands up, hang low, you know how that go
Chains on, chains swingin' from the side to side
Come on, baby, let's go slide, I know you tryna hop in my ride
Have a drink or two, you got' fuck my goons too
I can buy you nice things, but I don't really want to
She say that she home alone, I'm pullin' up pronto
Pull up to the spot, this bitch naked at the front door
She say, "Glad you made it," lil' Jamaican waitin' for me at the front door
Take me to the room, leave her shakin'
And now she playin' with my hair, she like how that white dick feel
Yeah, she like the drip I'm wearin', yeah, I YSL my shoe
And I'm poppin' out the coupe with my troops
On a mission, we money gettin', ain't got time for bitches
I'm tryna get these riches, I'm tryna be the richest
Can't be in my feelings, I'm fly like a pigeon
I'm fly like a bird
If I check my bank account, they gon' get me turnt
Handin' out the smoke, givin' out the work
That boy pussy, he a smurf
He ain't see me 'cause I'm lurkin'
Yeah, I like the way she twerkin', man, I think this girl deserve it
Real Florida baby, ridin' 'round in Mercedes
And I get the ladies 'cause they know I get the payments
Real money habit, got the bread, fashion trappin'
Addicted to these clothes, I got fashion habits
Ha, yeah
Grew up on the Northside, that's where I was at
Call up Jah, with the fire, I know he gon' slide
Real Florida baby, ridin' 'round in Mercedes
And I get the ladies 'cause they know I get the payments
Real money habit, got the bread, fashion trappin'
Addicted to these clothes, I got fashion habits
On the road, I'm doin' shows, somehow I just started rappin'
Posted with my bro, bands up, hang low, you know how that go
Chains on, chains swingin' from the side to side
Come on, baby, let's go slide, I know you tryna hop in my ride
Have a drink or two, you got' fuck my goons too
I can buy you nice things, but I don't really want to
She say that she home alone, I'm pullin' up pronto
Pull up to the spot, this bitch naked at the front door
She say, "Glad you made it," lil' Jamaican waitin' for me at the front door
Take me to the room, leave her shakin'
And now she playin' with my hair, she like how that white dick feel
Yeah, she like the drip I'm wearin', yeah, I YSL my shoe
And I'm poppin' out the coupe with my troops
On a mission, we money gettin', ain't got time for bitches
I'm tryna get these riches, I'm tryna be the richest
Can't be in my feelings, I'm fly like a pigeon
I'm fly like a bird
If I check my bank account, they gon' get me turnt
Handin' out the smoke, givin' out the work
That boy pussy, he a smurf
He ain't see me 'cause I'm lurkin'
Yeah, I like the way she twerkin', man, I think this girl deserve it
Real Florida baby, ridin' 'round in Mercedes
And I get the ladies 'cause they know I get the payments
Real money habit, got the bread, fashion trappin'
Addicted to these clothes, I got fashion habits
