Fashion Nova

Free Mani Aye, free Mani What, what, yeah Walk in with a Fashion Nova bitch (Ya dig) Jeweler spilled some champagne on my wrist (What, hold up) Spilled in on my kicks All my brothers keep a drum boy and I ain't talking kick And I keep dodging the cops, always riding with a zip If she coming to my house then she leaving with a limp Chains sound like a cymbal when I'm walking through that bitch No sound keep it civil when I'm walking through that bitch (Yeah, yeah) Smell my YSL (Wait, hold up) Dolce on the shelf (Wait, hold up) I don't wanna tell (Wait, hold up) Everything I know (Wait, hold up) Young Mars, cool, the cat See me out like who is that Put bags on a raft (What) Spend it all (What), make it back Plug only take cash Go straight to an ATM (Ya dig) If your girl like me boy, it ain't my fault (Yeah) I don't really care when I do what I want (Yeah) Went to school high and I almost got caught (Bee) Number Nine cover up the tat on my arm Thinking she's in love though (What, what) No you not in love hoe (What, wha ) Naw, naw, she don't want a punk though Naw, naw, she don't want a punk though Walk in with a Fashion Nova bitch (Ya dig) Jeweler spilled some champagne on my wrist (What, hold up) Spilled in on my kicks All my brothers keep a drum boy and I ain't talking kick And I keep dodging the cops, always riding with a zip If she coming to my house then she leaving with a limp Chains sound like a cymbal when I'm walking through that bitch No sound keep it civil when I'm walking through that bitch (Yeah, yeah) Plug only take cash Go straight to an ATM Why your shawty fucking with a rockstar On Mars, sipping on that Wokhardt yeah I can turn a bitch into a popstar yeah (I swear) Chopper in the closet like a monster yeah (Like a monster) In the cut (Yuh) Look at me (Bee) No lames (No) Over here (Over here) All this water (What) Drowning in the sea (What) Chasing guap I don't even sleep Walk in with a Fashion Nova bitch (Ya dig) Jeweler spilled some champagne on my wrist (What, hold up) Spilled in on my kicks All my brothers keep a drum boy and I ain't talking kick And I keep dodging the cops, always riding with a zip If she coming to my house then she leaving with a limp Chains sound like a cymbal when I'm walking through that bitch No sound keep it civil when I'm walking through that bitch (Yeah, yeah)