Playboi Carti - Fashion Killer lyrics

(Slatt) check it out (Slatt)
Carti (Slatt, Bitch, buh-buh-buh-buh)
Hold up 2900, nigga (Buh buh-buh-buh)

That chopper dump 'em (Woo, woo)
My money gon' fuck 'em (Whoa, yeah)
Knock your head off your shoulder (Slatt)
My money got longer (Hey)
It's too many thots, hold up, yeah
Just me and my brother, hold up, yeah
It's too much guap, hold up (Slatt)
It's me and my brother
(Buh buh-buh-buh-buh-buh-buh)
Bitch, come pick these bags up (Skrr)
220 my dash, yeah
(Woah, buh-buh-buh-buh-buh-buh-buh)
I'm a fashion killer (Slatt, 29)
I'm a fashion killer (Buh buh)


Yeah, I'm at the stage, 'bout to dive in
But I got all these diamonds
'Bout to smoke exotic, yeah
Got a bitch from the island, yeah
'Bout to put her on a private, yeah
That bitch gon' fuck, yeah
Just put her on Molly, yeah
I'm on that lean, yeah (Lean)
Got a lean diet, yeah, yeah
New Hermès, hold up, yeah
I just bought it, hold up, yeah
(Buh buh-buh-buh)
What's your bitch name? yeah
What's the color? yeah
Ride 'round, bitch, yeah
Now what's the color? Hold up

That chopper dump 'em (Woo, woo)
My money gon' fuck 'em (Whoa, yeah)
Knock your head off your shoulder (Slatt)
My money got longer (Hey)
It's too many thots, hold up, yeah
Just me and my brother, hold up, yeah
It's too much guap, hold up (Slatt)
It's me and my brother
(Buh buh-buh-buh-buh-buh-buh)
Bitch, come pick these bags up (Skrr)
220 my dash, yeah
(Woah, buh-buh-buh-buh-buh-buh-buh)
I'm a fashion killer (Slatt, 29)
I'm a fashion killer (Buh buh)


I'ma fuck your bitch, yeah
Yeah, slatt, we even, hold up (What?)
You fuckin' with a demon, hold up, uh
You firing demon, hold up, yeah
I don't ride Demons, hold up, yeah
Only ride foreigns, hold up, yeah
That's a new 'Rari, hold up, yeah
Your coupe borin', hold up, yeah
AP two-tone, bitch, yeah
You know me, hold up, yeah
I gotta ball on a ho, yeah
On my sleeve, hold up (What?)
Tatted up, lil' bitch, yeah
What I need, hold up (yeah)
Throw that cash, lil' bitch (yeah)
'Til I bleed

That chopper dump 'em (Woo, woo)
My money gon' fuck 'em (Whoa, yeah)
Knock your head off your shoulder (Slatt)
My money got longer (Hey)
It's too many thots, hold up, yeah
Just me and my brother, hold up, yeah
It's too much guap, hold up (Slatt)
It's me and my brother
(Buh buh-buh-buh-buh-buh-buh)
Bitch, come pick these bags up (Skrr)
220 my dash, yeah
(Woah, buh-buh-buh-buh-buh-buh-buh)
I'm a fashion killer (Slatt, 29)
I'm a fashion killer (Buh buh)