FWM

Lyrics

[Intro] Hypebeast (Jayko with the sauce, ho) (Kirko Bangz) [Chorus] Drape you in Chanel ('Nel), put you in that Prada What you got for sale? (Sale), girl, you know I'm buyin' Fuck you in Dior ('Or), mama raised a Christian (Christian) Piss you off on purpose and I fill up your Birkin (Yeah, yeah) Deep in it, I'm surfin', I like when you start cursin' FaceTime fuck on Thursday, on Friday, we in person Used to be the shy type, but now you be encouragin' Me to slut you out, smack your ass, make it worth it [Verse 1] Tell me you my bitch (Yeah), when I say you my bitch (Yeah) Tell me you my ho (Ho), when I say you my ho (Ho) Don't go tell your friends (Friends), they gon' want me to take they soul (Soul) Yеah, don't go tell your friends, they gon' want mе to take they soul Don't fuck me unless it's on an island, girl, you too exotic ('Zotic, 'zotic) Girl, you look finer in designer, that ass pokin' wider (Pokin' wider) That pussy worth a hundred racks, I call you Hellcat (Hellcat) That pussy rich as fuck, can't fuck you in no Hellcat (No, no) [Chorus] Drape you in Chanel ('Nel), put you in that Prada What you got for sale? (Sale), girl, you know I'm buyin' Fuck you in Dior ('Or), mama raised a Christian Piss you off on purpose and I fill up your Birkin (Yeah, yeah) Deep in it, I'm surfin', I like when you start cursin' FaceTime fuck on Thursday, on Friday, we in person Used to be the shy type, but now you be encouragin' Me to slut you out, smack your ass, make it worth it [Verse 2] Show me you on for what I say you on for No, you don't do this often, but, tonight, you know what's up Balenciaga runners, but this dick got you stuck Balenciaga runnin' to me, he had you on tuck Yeah, the streets is callin' your name, titties full of champagne Girl, the way you screamin' my name, I should buy you a chain If I fuck you inside a car, it's gon' be double-R When you're ridin', look at the stars, girl, that's just what you are Anything you want, just fuck with me, you know you got it, bae The way you fuckin' on me every week, can't go without it, bae Now you overseas, blowin' trees and double C's, yeah Got you on your knees, round three, it's OD, yeah [Chorus] Drape you in Chanel ('Nel), put you in that Prada What you got for sale? (Sale), girl, you know I'm buyin' Fuck you in Dior ('Or), mama raised a Christian (Christian) Piss you off on purpose and I fill up your Birkin (Yeah, yeah) Deep in it, I'm surfin', I like when you start cursin' FaceTime fuck on Thursday, on Friday, we in person Used to be the shy type, but now you be encouragin' Me to slut you out, smack your ass, make it worth it