Flawless Da God - Fashion Week Lyrics

All of this money
On me
My diamonds is wet
As the sea
The way that girl
Looking at me
She ready
To feast on my meat
She ready
I just went belice
The feet
Every day like fashion week
Relax
I got stacks
I make racks
When I sleep
Ain't given no slack
I got racks in these jeans
Ain't given no slacks
I got racks in these jeans
Ain't given no slack
I got racks in these jeans
Ain't given no slack
I got racks in these jeans
She on my waist
Like a belt
She showing off
Like show and tell
Well f*ck it
I'm like oh well
Your money come slow
Like a snail
Channel Number 9
YSL
You only get spoil
If you my girl
Just spark me some fire
From hell
I got All these drugs
Just like cartel
The way that I drip on the scene
And they try to copy
But still can't repeat
Call me flaw the reaper
The fashion killa
Every fit
Deceased
I ain't f*cking around
With no upside down crosses
You know I keep god
With me
Ain't no limit
Like master p
Cashing out
Too many bags on me
All these models
All around
Look like a magazines
Saint Laurent
Baggy pants
With chains
Switch from skinny jeans
Just to get me
To spend money
She gonna tell me
Anything
Both hands is full of rings
And none of em
A wedding ring
All of this money
On me
My diamonds is wet
As the sea
The way that girl
Looking at me
She ready
To feast on my meat
She ready
I just went belice
The feet
Every day like fashion week
Relax
I got stacks
I make racks
When I sleep
Ain't given no slack
I got racks in these jeans
Ain't given no slacks
I got racks in these jeans
Ain't given no slack
I got racks in these jeans
Ain't given no slack
I got racks in these jeans