High Fashion lyrics - Travis Scott (feat. Future)

[Future:]

We, we, we predicted this

You was ignorant, we predicted this

See how y'all at me? You see how they at me?

They tryna catch me, tryna snatch shit

Fly and flashy, say I'm fashion

I'm high fashion, I'm on acid

I move like I'm on acid, and I'm high fashion

I do it real drastic, I do it real drastic

Everything everlasting, money stretch like elastic

Oh, oh, oh, and I'm strapped with that plastic

And I'm strapped with that plastic

I love this music with a passion

Ah yeah-yeah-yeah

[Travis Scott:]

Maison Margiela blunts (Yeah), Louis Vuitton double cups (Yeah)

Designer drugs, you get seamed up if it tastes cut

Niggas rollin' like rollers, might roll up in dun-ta-dun (Straight up)

Don't think that I've had enough (La Flame!)

Cause I been on the binge

Scored a coke model, that's a high fashion win

Splurgin' in the mall got me spendin' all my ends

Yeah, we made it to the hills now (Straight up)

Coke costs a couple bills now

Yeah, tell me how it feels now

Tired of motherfuckers wanna be trill

Yeah, down south, it get real

Diamonds two steppin' every time I crack the grill

Niggas still hate hatin' niggas how I live

[Future (Travis Scott):]

See how y'all at me? You see how they at me? (We see y'all niggas)

They tryna catch me, tryna snatch shit (We see y'all niggas)

Fly and flashy, say I'm fashion (Yeah)

I'm high fashion, I'm on acid

I move like I'm on acid, and I'm high fashion

I do it real drastic, I do it real drastic

Everything everlasting, money stretch like elastic

Oh, oh, oh, and I'm strapped with that plastic

And I'm strapped with that plastic

Fly and flashy, fly and flashy

Fly and flashy, oh, oh, oh

[Future:]

Ain't no recession bitch, ain't got collections bitch

I don't respect the bitch, I might say fuck the bitch

And then go and fuck the bitch, I'm seein' a psychiatrist

The devil inside me, and I'm tryna hide it

This lean got me nauseous, but I keep on usin' it

I wear so much Givenchy, that they say I'm abusin' it

I went and tried to sit down with the Pope

And tell him I was usin' too much dope

The only way I tell him anything, he gotta plug me in with the coke

See how y'all at me? You see how they at me?

They tryna catch me, tryna snatch shit

Fly and flashy, say I'm fashion

I'm high fashion, I'm on acid

I move like I'm on acid, and I'm high fashion

I do it real drastic, I do it real drastic

Everything everlasting, money stretch like elastic

Oh, oh, oh, and I'm strapped with that plastic

And I'm strapped with that plastic

I love this music with a passion

Ah yeah-yeah-yeah