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Lil Durk - Fashion Lyrics

[Chorus: Lil Durk]
I'm not broke, I'm honest
New Chanel joggers
Bitch you know that's nothing
Wait till you see my closet
I don't wear my Prada, big Balenciaga
Big shout out to Virgil, Off-White, VLONE [?]
Gucci, Louis, Hermès, ain't no Ferragamo
Fear I got Amiri pants, we don't rock with Zara
Got them Yeezy toe thangs for my momma
Got my bitch some Dolce & Gabbana
You mad that I got it, addicted to this fashion
You mad that I got it, addicted to this fashion
You mad that I got it, addicted to this fashion
You mad that I got it, addicted to this fashion

[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
We're so high so tuck your tag in, take your back in
20 thousand Gucci jacket with my back in
Oh she want Chanel trainers to match her lashes
Why you plan to give her [?] if she your bad bitch
I be calling Fendi Fen-Fen, even though they taxin'
And I even rock Milan jeans if she got it
Bitch, Chicago where my dogs is, I fuck with robbing
Gotta give a check to Rocky, that's endorsements
You think you bad and boujee
She always being cece
And she about her blue cheese
And she look good in Coogi
McLoren cost a cool tree
Givenchy snow suit for the kid
Gucci, Louis, vitamins
Cartier's with diamond link
I brought my bitch a pair of Timb's
She a eater but I fuck with them
[Chorus: Lil Durk, Lil Skies]
I'm not broke, I'm honest
New Chanel joggers
Bitch you know that's nothing
Wait till you see my closet
I don't wear my Prada, big Balenciaga
Big shout out to Virgil, Off-White, VLONE [?]
Gucci, Louis, Hermès, ain't no Ferragamo
Fear I got Amiri pants, we don't rock with Zara
Got them Yeezy toe thangs for my momma
Got my bitch some Dolce & Gabbana
You mad that I got it, addicted to this fashion
You mad that I got it, addicted to this fashion
You mad that I got it, addicted to this fashion (Yeah)
You mad that I got it, addicted to this fashion

[Verse 2: Lil Skies]
Only wear Amiri jeans, Prada for my armor
She step out and make a scene, something like Madonna
Spend racks when we in Celine, more money more problems
These niggas wan' be like me, guess I am their father
Guess I have to son these boys, I'm like the da-da
All the opps ain't making noise so stop the ra-ra
Rich nigga (Yeah)
I ain't cheap
A quarter million a week
We make money when we sleep
Every day a shopping spree
[Outro: Lil Skies]
(Ooh-ooh-oh-oh)