ASAP Rocky - Fashion Killa lyrics

Her pistol gold (her pistol gold)

Her pistol gold (her pistol gold)

I said her pistol gold (I said her pistol gold)

Cuz she a fashion killa and I’m a trendy nigga

I said her pistol gold (her pistol gold)

Her pistol gold (her pistol gold)

I said her pistol gold (I said her pistol gold)

Cuz she a fashion killa and I’m a jiggy nigga

I said

Rockin, rollin, swaggin to the max

My bitch a fashion killa, she be busy poppin tags

She got a lot of 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 go shoppin like manana

Her attitude Rihanna, she get it from her mama

She jiggy like Madonna, but she trippy like Nirvana

Cuz everything designer, her jeans is Helmut Lang

Shoes is Alexandra Wang, and her shirt the newest Donna

Karan, wearin all the Cartier frames

Jean-Paul Gaultier’s cuz they match with her persona

Her pistol gold (her pistol gold)

Her pistol gold (her pistol gold)

I said her pistol gold (I said her pistol gold)

Cuz she a fashion killa and I’m a trendy nigga

I said her pistol gold (her pistol gold)

Her pistol gold (her pistol gold)

I said her pistol gold (I said her pistol gold)

Cuz she a fashion killa and I’m a jiggy nigga

I said see your Jill Sanders, Oliver Peoples

Costume national, your Ann Demeulemeester

See Visvim be the sneaker, Lanvin or Balmain

Goyard by the trunks, her Isabel Maront

I love your Linda Farrow, I adore your Dior

Your Damir Doma, Vena Cava from the store

I crash down with that top down

Boss, see how I ride around

Mami in that Tom Ford, Papi in that Thom Browne

Rick Owens, Raf Simmons, boy she got it by the stock

She ball until she fall that mean she shop until she drop

And Versace got a lot, but she may never wear it

But she save it so our babies will be flyer than their parents

Her pistol gold (her pistol gold)

Her pistol gold (her pistol gold)

I said her pistol gold (I said her pistol gold)

Cuz she a fashion killa and I’m a trendy nigga

I said her pistol gold (her pistol gold)

Her pistol gold (her pistol gold)

I said her pistol gold (I said her pistol gold)

Cuz she a fashion killa and I’m a jiggy nigga

I said her pistol gold

Scoop back tees, breeze in the coupe

Smilin is your treasure you're so well put together

I see bags and rings, jeans and shoes

Spikes and patent leathers with the fabrics makes you different

You and me, me and you

Go away together, we could get away forever

All emotions clashin thrashin someone turned the light out

I met my baby, stretched my passion, on my fashion night out

Her pistol gold (her pistol gold)

Her pistol gold (her pistol gold)

I said her pistol gold (I said her pistol gold)

Cuz she a fashion killa and I’m a trendy nigga

I said her pistol gold (her pistol gold)

Her pistol gold (her pistol gold)

I said her pistol gold (I said her pistol gold)

Cuz she a fashion killa and I’m a jiggy nigga

I said her pistol gold