"Fashion Nova" lyrics - TINASHE

TINASHE

"Fashion Nova"

[Intro:]
You ain't got that answers, man
You ain't got that answers
Hitmaka!
It ain't no Ralph, though

[Chorus:]
Ayy, what?
Look how that Fashion Nova gassin' up these bitches, ayy
Look how that 'Rari sit up nasty on them inches, ayy
Big ol' booty, bet yo' nigga take a picture, ayy
Damier, book a flight, link up witcha, what?
Look how that Fashion Nova gassin' up these bitches, ayy
Look how that 'Rari sit up nasty on them inches, ayy
Big ol' booty, bet yo' nigga take a picture, ayy
Damier, book a flight, link up witcha

Bad habits, I got issues
Bad habits, I got issues
Got your bitch, 'bout hunnid ten ayy, presidential
Ayy, fuckin' up on yo' bitch, take an intermission
Ayy, don't know about you but imma buy them Jimmy Choos
Ayy, that's soundin' loud and I like how my money do
Ayy, ain't got no chill, you know young Nashe act a fool
I don't need no deal to buy my shit, I pay my due

Damier, book a flight, link up witcha ayy
Too exposed, cameras flashin', no more pictures
No, this ain't yours, no way (no way)
But it's a snap, come on wrap up in jeans
Finally let you put it in
Feeling falling, need a hit, ayy
You don't know the difference from this Gucci
And the shit that she been in
I'm dead