Since rappin' turn to fashion, I don't know what happeAnnotaten Or mishappens, matching turned to swagging He exposed the world to trappin' Picture poles and tactics Ho this that click click, finna' blow this backwards Money, hoes and fabrics Strolling past like ''fuck yo photo caption'' If ye ain't got it then you bragging, that's automatic I see no need for me to Tweet, these bitches know my status I'm the shit, all designer shit, got all kinds of shit Got Prada around from 1999 and shit, bet you won't find the shit I’m on my Anna shit, that’s Wintour It’s dressed like it’s Met Ball I’m in Vogue, this winter, the runway, no insta Got a crib in my closet, Spanish chick in my casa So much space in my closet, fit your crib in my closet