Oh, what
We back at it, Detox and Ellis
Drop the hook, son
A passion for fashion, what
A passion for fashion, oh
A passion for fashion
She's gotta habit
She's gotta habit, oh
A passion for fashion, oh
A passion for fashion, oh
A passion for fashion
She's gotta habit
I gotta habit
What, what
Mic check, mic check
It's the first thing on my mind, ain't even outta bed yet
Versace sheets, covered in Jo Malone
I need a hit to get me up, with it I never feel alone
Fiorucci and Pucci to settle my nerves
I keep this coochie in Gucci to handle my curves
I got an itch, it's a bitch and it can't be scratched
Joseph, Ford, Kim Jones need another batch of that
Louis V reign supreme like a motherfucker
L.L.Bean you can keep, bitch I got a Prada
Karl, Chanel and Fendi
Ménage à trois, a dream team
McCartney at Barneys, boutta drop some cheddar
Acne, Armani, Bottega Veneta
Been to Betty Ford about a dozen times
But I ain't doing cocaine I'm doing Fashion lines
What? Oh, Oh, you don't know?
A passion for fashion, what
A passion for fashion, oh
A passion for fashion
She's gotta habit
She's gotta habit, oh
A passion for fashion, oh
A passion for fashion, oh
A passion for fashion
She's gotta habit
I don't care what it costs
It's a look gon' blow your mind
If it ain't from no showroom
Don't you waste my time
Don't care what the people say
Catch me at the Atelier
Keep on pushin' ain't no limit
What I want, I'm gonna get it
My hood Westwood
