[Chorus] Gucci belt, Vuitton purse, fashion killa. All-black fit, yeah, my style get bigger. Chrome on my neck, make the whole room shimmer. Walk in the spot, now they taking pictures. Gucci belt, Vuitton purse, fashion killa. Every step cold, but my heart gets colder. They copy my look, but they never get closer. Too fresh every season, yeah, I told ya. [Verse 1] Designer shades, even after midnight. Silver chains glowing under streetlights. Stacked-up rings, every flash too bright. Stepping outside, got the whole scene hyped. Black leather boots with a long black coat. Too much style, never doing the most. Confidence loud, I don't gotta boast. I'm writing my name while they chasing ghosts. [Pre-Chorus] Head held high, (Head held high) never switching lanes. (never switching lanes) Walk through the crowd, (walk through the crowd) they remember my name. (they remember my name) [Chorus] Gucci belt, Vuitton purse, fashion killa. All-black fit, yeah, my style get bigger. Chrome on my neck, make the whole room shimmer. Walk in the spot, now they taking pictures. Gucci belt, Vuitton purse, fashion killa. Every step cold, but my heart gets colder. They copy my look, but they never get closer. Too fresh every season, yeah, I told ya. [Bridge] Runway dreams in the city glow. Flashing lights everywhere I go. No matter where the night may lead, I wear my confidence like it's gold. [Chorus] Gucci belt, Vuitton purse, fashion killa. All-black fit, yeah, my style get bigger. Chrome on my neck, make the whole room shimmer. Walk in the spot, now they taking pictures. Gucci belt, Vuitton purse, fashion killa. Every step cold, but my heart gets colder. They copy my look, but they never get closer. Too fresh every season, yeah, I told ya.
