Fashion Nova Playboi Carti

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[Chorus]
Ooh, Fashion Nova bitch, ayy
She want fashion dick, ayy
She a fashion bitch, ayy
I got all this, ooh
Don't do fashion tips (Shut up)
I got all this drip
Come and get that bitch, ooh, yeah

[Post-Chorus]
She got a bag (Uh, what?)
She got a bag (Uh, what?)
Shawty got bags (Uh, what?)
She got a bag (Uh, what?)
She got a bag (Uh, what?)
She got a bag (Uh, what?)
She got a bag (Uh, what?)
We in the back (Uh, what?)

[Verse]
I'm sitting right next to this ho
I ain't even say nun' though
I ain't even say nun' though
All of my diamonds, they choke
All of my diamonds, they froze
All of my diamonds, they cold
Bricks, bring 'em to me
Your baby, bring her to me
I got the sauce on me
I got the seasoning
I cannot go independent
I got some more to win
I got some more Benzes
I got some more expenses
I'm in the car with these dimes
I'm in the car with these tens
Shawty she bad as fuck
And she came with a friend
Niggas ain't ready for this
Don't pretend
I got like ten on me
Times ten

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