Mod Dress Iconika (Ft. Robb Bank$)

[Verse 1: Phlo Finister]
Grab my hand, boy, don't be scared
I got the drugs, so stay right there
You're sick as hell, you're hot like fire
All I wanna do is be your supplier
Designer drugs, I got 'em all
Baby, tell me what you want, I'll put you on
I know you're fucked up, you're barely breathing now
He on that coca cola classic, never coming down

[Hook]
I don't gotta front, I got stains on my mod dress
He's laying on the floor, his nose is bleeding out
I don't gotta front, I got stains on my mod dress
He's laying on the floor, his nose is bleeding out
Stains on my mod dress, cause I got the coldest dope (x2)

[Verse 2: Phlo Finister]
I've been a bad girl, I've kissed the devils lips
And now I'm guilty and I'm tripping off my innocence
Chanel and coke, cigarette smoke
The room is crowded and your eyes hanging low
Let's leave this place, wanna take you home
Baby, tell me what you want, I'll put you on
I know you're fucked up, you're barely breathing now
He 'bout that coca cola classic, never coming down