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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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