Texty
'Cause I'm a fashion killer, don't want no simple ****, at all
And if you wanna bag me, you gotta have it figured out
'Cause I'm a fashion killer, don't want no silly ****, nah (No)
And if you wanna bag me, you gotta come at me different, yeah
You gotta come at me different (Come at me different)
I'm not like none of these other bitches
You can't tear me down, can't have me washing dishes
If you really want me, then you gotta listen
I cannot, I cannot act like I don't want you to
Make a move, play it cool
Play it smooth, do whatever you wanna do
Don't care 'bout what none of these **** say, they don't have a clue
They don't have a clue, that you're mine, oh
Don't care about what these **** got goin' on
Don't care about what these bitches think about us
Go tell them bitches, "Go get hit by a bus"
I go crazy 'bout mine (I go crazy 'bout mine)
I can't share, get in line (I can't share, get in line)
I don't go down, bitch, I ride (I don't go down, bitch, I ride)
I'm gon' ride 'til I die (I'm gon' ride 'til I die)
And I'm so fresh, I do it the best
What more could you ask for? I ain't like the rest
I got a confession
These bitches can't come close, I be dressin'
'Cause I'm a fashion killer, don't want no simple ****, at all
And if you wanna bag me, you gotta have it figured out
'Cause I'm a fashion killer, don't want no silly ****, nah
And if you wanna bag me, you gotta come at me different, yeah
Written by: Molly Santana


