Fashion - Jacob Latimore

Ooh

Oh

Yeah, yeah

Oh, woah

Woah, woah

All this fashion, oh, you get fashion

She want fashion, she get fashion

All in the mansion, feelin' like dancin'

Cartiers dancin', AP dancin'

She ain’t perfect, but she worth it

She be servin', she be surfin'

And she make it disappear just like its magic

Wear that Gucci with the Louis, mix and match it (Woah, woah, woah)

She got a lit switch, I gotta big stick, go off

It gotta fit rich, you can’t sit with her all (Woah, woah, woah)

Big body Benz, you know it ain’t rented

She let me hit in the back with no prob with the windows tinted

Shoo, shoo

Girl, you the truth

It’s kinda hard for me to hold you (I ain’t even gon' hold)

Even hard for me to control you

'Cause you the baddest

And you ain’t settlin' for nothin' only if it’s lavish

It ain’t up for no discussion, you got lots of habits

Shoo, shoo (Word)

Baby, got mass appeal

Play with the mass appeal

Pull up to LA, we got that vibe

Say she like that D’USSÉ, baby, open wide

Looking good like Meghan, girl, you in yo' prime

You gon have a good time, you gon' let it shine, let it shine

Get you a fit when I’m online, you know she got taste

Play with them racks, hold that blue faces on yo' waist (Woah, woah, woah)

Shoo shoo

Girl, you the truth

It’s kinda hard for me to hold you

Even harder for me to control you

'Cause you the baddest

All this fashion, oh, you get fashion

She want fashion, she get fashion

All in the mansion, feelin' like dancin'

Cartiers dancin', AP dancin'

She ain’t perfect, but she worth it

She be servin', she be surfin'