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FASHION CARE letra


(And this beat from Cash, not from YouTube)

All she care about is shopping
She don't really care about friends
I seen you trying to watch my pockets
Baby girl, just know I got bands

She said: Your chain's bussin', it hurtin' my eyes, can you stop?
I said: I can't
She said her friends in here
Can't go inside with the Glock
I said: Who can't?

She said her friends in here
Can't go inside with the Glock
I said: Who can't?

You ain't like that, you can't run them bands to the top
I said: Who can't?
You ain't like that, you can't turn his wife to a thot
I said: Who can't?

Nigga, I can, bitch, I'm C How Bella
Bitch, I'm rocking P-R-A-D-A, this ain't Margiela (okay)

Diamonds C-O-L-D, put these bitches on, I can change this weather
You get it? I know how to spell
Y-S-L, I know how I smell

I can slime her out just like a snail
I won't buy her Birkin, but I'll buy her nails
She so pretty, I like her demeanor
I like what she doin', but no, I can't keep her

I don't know what she doin' out here
In these streets, if she do me dirty, I'ma sweep her
If you actin' bad, I'ma act badder
If you get me mad, you gon' be madder

We can do whatever, it don't matter
We can fuck that bitch together, baby, just add her

All she care about is shopping
She don't really care about friends
I seen you trying to watch my pockets
Baby girl, just know I got bands

She said: Your chain's bussin', it hurtin' my eyes, can you stop?
I said: I can't
She said her friends in here
Can't go inside with the Glock
I said: Who can't?

She said her friends in here
Can't go inside with the Glock
I said: Who can't?

You ain't like that, you can't run them bands to the top
I said: Who can't?
You ain't like that, you can't turn his wife to a thot
I said: Who can't?

Nigga, I can, bitch, I'm C How Bella
I'm tired of tellin' these niggas who I am
Bitch, I'm him, that shit on my license

I think my jeweler a muhfuckin' dentist
'Cause I swear to God, all of my diamonds is bitin'
Boogers on me like I'm two years old
Like I'm pickin' my nose, let's go!

If I wanna race, I pull out the 488
If I wanna fuck, pickin' the Rolls
My girl mad 'cause I'm always outside
And she threaten to leave, so I'm pickin' the road

I gotta get money, don't care if my nose is runny
Fuck it, I'm sick on the road
Baby, you selfish too
If it's me or that Birkin, you pickin' your clothes
If it's me or that Birkin, you pickin' your clothes

All she care about is shopping
She don't really care about friends
I seen you trying to watch my pockets
Baby girl, just know I got bands

She said: Your chain's bussin', it hurtin' my eyes, can you stop?
I said: I can't
She said her friends in here
Can't go inside with the Glock
I said: Who can't?

She said her friends in here
Can't go inside with the Glock
I said: Who can't?

You ain't like that, you can't run them bands to the top
I said: Who can't?
You ain't like that, you can't turn his wife to a thot
I said: Who can't?

Nigga, I can, bitch, I'm C How Bella

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