[Intro]
Ooh
Oh
Yeah, yeah
Oh, woah
Woah, woah

[Chorus]
All this fashion, oh, you get fashion
She want fashion, she get fashion
All in the mansion, feelin' like dancin'
Cartiers dancin', AP dancin'

[Post-Chorus]
She ain't perfect, but she worth it
She be servin', she be surfin'
And she make it disappear just like its magic
Wear that Gucci with the Louis, mix and match it (Woah, woah, woah)
She got a lit switch, I gotta big stick, go off
It gotta fit rich, you can't sit with her all (Woah, woah, woah)
Big body Benz, you know it ain't rented
She let me hit in the back with no prob with the windows tinted

[Verse 1]
Shoo, shoo
Girl, you the truth
It's kinda hard for me to hold you (I ain't even gon' hold)
Even hard for me to control you
'Cause you the baddest
And you ain't settlin' for nothin' only if it's lavish
It ain't up for no discussion, you got lots of habits
Shoo, shoo (Word)
Baby, got mass appeal
Play with the mass appeal