my bitch a fashion killa, she be busy poppin' tags, she got a lotta prada, that dolce & gabbana I can't forget escada, and that balenciaga. I'm sippin' purple syrup, come be my aunt jemima and if you is a rider, we'll go shoppin' like maΓ±ana.
been through some bad shit, I should be a sad bitch who woulda thought it'd turn me to a savage? rather be tied up with calls and not strings, write my own checks like I write what I sing.