NEW FASHION (feat. Yung Panda)

New fashion, shorty got new fashion New fashion, shorty got new fashion New fashion, shorty got on the line New fashion, shorty got on the line New fashion, shorty gotta get the cash in No relaxing, blow her back out yeah we spazzing Get the money, get the Phantom Gotta make it to Atlanta I don't do codeine, I like fanta Finna' take her to Sri Lanka You already know what the f*ck going on There's a lot of blood around but she want all the bands Gucci Prada Burberry, yeah she want all the brands Got the baddest bitch around me, she don't need an ass New fashion, shorty got new fashion New fashion, shorty got new fashion New fashion, shorty got on the line New fashion, shorty got on the line I got new fashion on me that's why these cameras flashing Your bitch want a picture with me No Lady Gaga but she paparazzi Made her suck me sloppy While I'm high on molly, bitch I'm out my body Free Soss on the denim, these are one of one jeans And I'm steady flexing on my ex, in these Alexander Mcqueen's Don't play with me, you ain't nothing but a hype beast Last week Nike, this week stripes three New fashion, shorty got new fashion New fashion, shorty got new fashion New fashion, shorty got on the line New fashion, shorty got on the line It's not on you, it's in you And my denim Evisu, fit sick like Mr electric, my Rick Owens match the jacket I just pulled up on your bitch In some brand new fashion, yeah