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New clothes feel good
'Til they don’t feel good anymore
Kudos to those kids
Got things can’t get in a store x2

VERSE 1
Wet dreams of a black card
And puttin' keys in a fast car
That you can speak to the dashboard
And getting speed like a track star
Pass other people you ask "What you mad for?"
And you really want a body con dress
So you can get a smiley face emoticon texts
Even though you in the cold and your body be exposed
To the world like it’s mardi gras breasts
You on your knees praying to submission
Cuz spending Gs is a true religion
You don’t believe in a ghoul and witch
But you gotta ha the jeans with the super stitchin’
Head straight to the store with friends
And when you get a check it’s some more to spend
Forget a little debt yeah its more than that if
Dior was a Christian you born again

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VERSE 2
Finance is a trainwreck
Buy Ray-Bans with your paycheck
Got big plans for a Maybach
But when you sitting on a bill
Take a rain check
It could cost being so sartorial
Spend a lot getting draws at Victoria
You be giving all your bread
Staying in the red
But you act colorblind like an oreo
For a black kid fashion is a way to speak
But just imagine all the cash that we could keep
If we invested back into our favorite streets
And paid attention 'stead of paying crazy cheese
It's like one day you be running 'round Brinstar
Then you’re dead and you get what you lived for
Who you think finna answer the big door?
Pretty sure it is not Anna Wintour

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