Marc Papers - High Fashion

Uh-huh, get your papers up, yeah
High fashion, uh, uh, uh
Yeah, high fashion, high fashion
You know what we stashing
High fashion, pop tags in
High fashion, checks been adding
High fashion, high fashion
You know what we stashing
High fashion, pop tags in
High fashion, checks been adding

Brand new suede boots, get delivered to my pad
Popping off tags, making haters mad
Every time I leave Saks Fifth with the bags
My bank account dragged, fucking overdrive
Well fuck it though, big chain but no tucking though
I've been fresh since a boy cause my mother though
Now I buy my own shit with my own grip
Tom Ford helped me see with the gold rim, yeah
I smoke good weed, call it high fashion
Dad caps, leather fastened
My fly speak for itself, don't need a caption
Track suits when we cashing
At the bank, motherfucker what you think
Shorty what you drink, I'm the opposite of rank, uh
Yeah, chea, I'm the fucking man
Kicks from Japan, when this nigga lands, yeah, yeah

High fashion, high fashion
You know what we stashing
High fashion, pop tags in
High fashion, checks been adding
High fashion, high fashion
You know what we stashing
High fashion, pop tags in
High fashion, checks been adding

High fashion, high fashion
You know what we stashing
High fashion, pop tags in
High fashion, checks been adding
High fashion, high fashion
You know what we stashing
High fashion, pop tags in
High fashion, checks been adding

Written by:
Christopher Robertson

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