Fashion Killa

Mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm
Mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm

I looked nice when I was alone
I don’t lack anything, but baby, you make me look
Even sexier, like RiRi and Rocky, babe
Together we look expensive
So they can learn, we get ready

Show them how it’s done
Buying expensive doesn’t mean you’re classy (ah-ah-ah-ah)
They spend a lot on Amiri and Hèrmes
And still don’t look fresh
You know how to do it effortlessly

And he likes me fine when I wear sweats with heels
He says he’s also into me, and how he admires me
According to him, everything looks nice on me, whether it’s Versace or Off-White
And I’m going all out, modeling for him in the room

He says I slay in all my outfits
That everything looks dope on me (yeah, yeah)
You get me high
So when we show up, it’s obvious in the looks

They can’t handle the pressure, I love you better, it comes naturally
I don’t get mad if they stare, I’m the one who’s got you
He’s already laughing if the guys look at me
You and I are a team, even while we’re burning blunts
New York, Milan, Paris, even though we come from the underground

Show them how it’s done
Buying expensive doesn’t mean you’re classy (ah-ah-ah-ah)
They spend a lot on Amiri and Hèrmes
And still don’t look fresh
You know how to do it effortlessly

And still don’t look fresh
And still don’t look fresh
And still don’t look fresh
Bad Gyal, Bad Gyal
Bad Gyal, Bad Gyal

You and me, fashion killers
Like RiRi and Rocky, they watch us
You and me, fashion killers
Fashion killers