Listen to Fashion Week (feat. G-Eazy) by Wale

Fashion Week (feat. G-Eazy)

Wale

Hip-Hop/Rap

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Wale
Wale
Vocals
Christian Rich
Christian Rich
Programming
DJ Money
DJ Money
Background Vocals
Edgar Machuca
Edgar Machuca
Background Vocals
Michika Skyy
Michika Skyy
Background Vocals
Philip Adetumbi
Philip Adetumbi
Background Vocals
G-Eazy
G-Eazy
Vocals
Ray Jacobs
Ray Jacobs
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
August Grant
August Grant
Songwriter
Chad Hugo
Chad Hugo
Songwriter
Christian Rich
Christian Rich
Songwriter
Gerald Gillum
Gerald Gillum
Songwriter
Kenna Zemedkun
Kenna Zemedkun
Songwriter
Raymond Brady
Raymond Brady
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
No Credit
No Credit
Mixing Engineer
Dave Kutch
Dave Kutch
Mastering Engineer
Kevin Spencer
Kevin Spencer
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Ah, find me a Kendall Jenner I'll be a gentleman to her Give me a Jourdan Dunn she never gonna finish a nigga Hol' up Walk by, on fire baby can't douse it That body bangin', accept that You should model, girl who do your booking? Walk by, on fire baby can't douse it That body bangin', accept that I walk by again, a little look quick, hol' up Switch, gold switch Switch, gold switch Switch, gold switch Switch, gold switch My bitch Switch, gold switch Switch, gold switch Switch, gold switch Switch, gold switch Make sure your posture's right baby Show some love tonight I know a thing And she tell me fuck her and call her a bad bitch I can never cuff her, I'm stuck on this rap shit Fuckin' up the budget but nothing but rap shit I know a thing Shea Butter on Twitter be callin' shawty a queen Head game silly, might give her the Don C Hair game killin' I get her a new McQueen In case you behind, let me remind you to wait till I make my move Wale from the Maybach crew Heard about me, what they say about you? Heard about me, what they say about you? Heard about me, what they say about you? Heard about me, what they say about you? Party in the hills, tell that pussy come through Hol' up Walk by, on fire baby can't douse it That body bangin', accept that You should model, girl who do your booking? Walk by, on fire baby can't douse it That body bangin', accept that I walk by again, a little look quick, hol' up Switch, gold switch Switch, gold switch Switch, gold switch (Wale I got you) Switch, gold switch My bitch You wanna sit front row? Ask me get anything that you want, though She a fashion killer, me I'm a cutthroat Goin' out tonight, she said that she wants coke 1 Oak or Webster, up and down Paparazzi gonna think that I'm cuffing now It's casual I'll call you up when I'm back in town We fall out but she always come back around Hit Barney's and fuck up a check there In the dressing room, fuck have sex there "What's taking so long?" "Oh, she trying the next pair" People see us everywhere and they just stare And she mixing off white with SL I got my Vans on bitch, I dress well I'm from the bay, I see her once in a blue moon Until Paris Fashion Week, how soon is too soon? Walk by, on fire baby can't douse it That body bangin', accept that You should model, girl who do your booking? Walk by, on fire baby can't douse it That body bangin', accept that I walk by again, a little look quick, hol' up Switch, gold switch Switch, gold switch Switch, gold switch Switch, gold switch My bitch Switch, gold switch Switch, gold switch Switch, gold switch Switch, gold switch Make sure your posture's right baby Switch, gold switch (Get the best stone, froze, be the demise of you Get the best stone, froze, be the demise of you) Switch, gold switch Switch, gold switch Switch, gold switch Switch, gold switch SAP to code, code Damn I was froze But I'm hotter than you SAP to code, code, code SAP to code, code, code
Writer(s): Taiwo John Hassan, Gerald Earl Gillum, Kehinde James Hassan, Raymond E. Brady, Olubowale Victor Akintimehin, Ray Davon Jacobs, Chad Hugo, Makenna Lynne Mageo Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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