"Fashion Nova Men" lyrics
(Rell On The Track)
Are you in the mafia?
[Damedot:]
I just pulled up in the sleeve, bro, pulled up in the Benz
I got a FN, he got a FN, guess that's why they call us twins
Amiri down, you won't catch me in no Fashion Nova men
Bitch asked if it was Creed, I said, "Yes, indeed"
Nigga asked if it was coffee, no, this Texas tea
Gotta know this bitch [?], if she next to me
I'ma be 'em, five letters to the death of me
Damedot the new Uncle Luke, bitch, show me them glutes
Two hands, she sucked me loose like she playin' the flute
[?] my diamonds dance, but my money blue
AR, I'm on a camel like I'm huntin' food
Bad bitch, she risk it all, that's what that money do
I'ma treat her as I please and send her back to you
I was just on square one, now I'm back to two
My cup clean, pop dirty like a prostitute
Nah, this ain't the nine-milli', lil' nigga, this the ten
I done took so many losses, somethin' sayin' I'm 'bout to win
Dior, everything, nah, this ain't no Fashion Nova men
My ex looked me in my eyes and said she wish me well
That bitch ain't mean that shit at all, yeah, and I can tell
I thank the Lord, 'cause I'm not in a box or a cell
Around here, we sellin' toes, boy, don't go for sale
All I need is my pipe and my digit scale
I don't get my clothes from the mall, I get 'em in the mail
It's a cold day in hell if you catch this on sale
Fly a bitch to somewhere she can't even spell
They let me see a lil' light, I'm 'bout to give 'em hell
Gave my baby mama two bands for her hair and nails
You wouldn't know this brick solid 'cause you niggas frail
I don't even want the beat if it ain't come from Rell
I don't even wanna meet, send 'em through the air
[Yung Reef:]
Probably thinkin' that it's hard, I'll pull that bitch with ease
Put a hit on yo' block, now my nigga servin' peas
Transfer load slow, got me hopin' it don't freeze
This trap a one-stop shop, they got everything I need
Exotic weed aftertaste, every time a nigga breathe
This nigga really think he drippin', he got on Fashion Nova jeans
[?], then she can't get no D&G
Told him if they flick you with them grams, you ain't get that shit from me
Approved with tracking numbers, that's the shit I like to see
Havin' conversations 'bout money while countin' money, yeah that's me
Told her don't trip about no pros, lil' baby, we gon' eat
In my city it get wicked, so the choppers come with [?]
Told my niggas, "Don't trip over pros, together it's enough for each"
He got on Fashion Nova drip, takin' pictures like he sweet
She mad she sittin' in the back, I need the Glock in the front seat
'Cause now it's time to drop her off 'cause she was textin' while I was sleep
Dog was thinkin' with his dick, with these hoes, now he deceased
Bought the shirt and hung it up for three months, it's still creased
Yeah, this bitch a one-of-one, matter fact, it's unreleased
Brodie damn near caught a body when he caught dog on the East
Told her if she take these pills, she ain't get that shit from me
Made me pull up for no reason, that's the reason I'ma leave
I can't trust you on the road, reason why I took the keys
Nigga called on FaceTime, flashin' money on the screen
Fell asleep on my plug when we was talkin' 'bout some lean
Woke up, called him back, and then I bought the whole thing
Gotta make it a reality if you callin' it yo' dream
Gotta know the right steps before you ever plan a thing
Bro had a mental breakdown, that's the day he popped a bean
Are you in the mafia?
[Damedot:]
I just pulled up in the sleeve, bro, pulled up in the Benz
I got a FN, he got a FN, guess that's why they call us twins
Amiri down, you won't catch me in no Fashion Nova men
Bitch asked if it was Creed, I said, "Yes, indeed"
Nigga asked if it was coffee, no, this Texas tea
Gotta know this bitch [?], if she next to me
I'ma be 'em, five letters to the death of me
Damedot the new Uncle Luke, bitch, show me them glutes
Two hands, she sucked me loose like she playin' the flute
[?] my diamonds dance, but my money blue
AR, I'm on a camel like I'm huntin' food
Bad bitch, she risk it all, that's what that money do
I'ma treat her as I please and send her back to you
I was just on square one, now I'm back to two
My cup clean, pop dirty like a prostitute
Nah, this ain't the nine-milli', lil' nigga, this the ten
I done took so many losses, somethin' sayin' I'm 'bout to win
Dior, everything, nah, this ain't no Fashion Nova men
My ex looked me in my eyes and said she wish me well
That bitch ain't mean that shit at all, yeah, and I can tell
I thank the Lord, 'cause I'm not in a box or a cell
Around here, we sellin' toes, boy, don't go for sale
All I need is my pipe and my digit scale
I don't get my clothes from the mall, I get 'em in the mail
It's a cold day in hell if you catch this on sale
Fly a bitch to somewhere she can't even spell
They let me see a lil' light, I'm 'bout to give 'em hell
Gave my baby mama two bands for her hair and nails
You wouldn't know this brick solid 'cause you niggas frail
I don't even want the beat if it ain't come from Rell
I don't even wanna meet, send 'em through the air
[Yung Reef:]
Probably thinkin' that it's hard, I'll pull that bitch with ease
Put a hit on yo' block, now my nigga servin' peas
Transfer load slow, got me hopin' it don't freeze
This trap a one-stop shop, they got everything I need
Exotic weed aftertaste, every time a nigga breathe
This nigga really think he drippin', he got on Fashion Nova jeans
[?], then she can't get no D&G
Told him if they flick you with them grams, you ain't get that shit from me
Approved with tracking numbers, that's the shit I like to see
Havin' conversations 'bout money while countin' money, yeah that's me
Told her don't trip about no pros, lil' baby, we gon' eat
In my city it get wicked, so the choppers come with [?]
Told my niggas, "Don't trip over pros, together it's enough for each"
He got on Fashion Nova drip, takin' pictures like he sweet
She mad she sittin' in the back, I need the Glock in the front seat
'Cause now it's time to drop her off 'cause she was textin' while I was sleep
Dog was thinkin' with his dick, with these hoes, now he deceased
Bought the shirt and hung it up for three months, it's still creased
Yeah, this bitch a one-of-one, matter fact, it's unreleased
Brodie damn near caught a body when he caught dog on the East
Told her if she take these pills, she ain't get that shit from me
Made me pull up for no reason, that's the reason I'ma leave
I can't trust you on the road, reason why I took the keys
Nigga called on FaceTime, flashin' money on the screen
Fell asleep on my plug when we was talkin' 'bout some lean
Woke up, called him back, and then I bought the whole thing
Gotta make it a reality if you callin' it yo' dream
Gotta know the right steps before you ever plan a thing
Bro had a mental breakdown, that's the day he popped a bean
