Angel Haze - Echelon (It's My Way) lyrics
rate meI'm in that new school G5 wagon
Color Komodo dragon
My bitch looks like she Jasmine
My nigga look like Aladdin
NKOTB, bitch
All these bitches is has beens
I CPR'd the game and now all these bitches is gasping
I be on that other, nigga don't get me aggy
I'm Mrs. Fatality, endings do not be happy
These lose ass bitches know I never gotta stunt
Talk behind my back ‘cause they never in the front
Bitch, bow down, better give me what I want
Feed me berries out in Paris while I'm counting my croissant
These bitches as awful and me, I spit that gospel
That lyrical, biblical, holy ghost, Pentecostal
And bitch, don't run up on me, I give the fade to who want me
And you don't want that shade, you better off where it's sunny
And I don't need no friends, bitch, I'm better off with my money
Just alert the fucking masses and let ‘em know that it's coming like
I was wearing it first
I'm on that fuck what you say
It's my way
Fashion week
I'm out here slaying
Dressed in like all the latest
Bitch, you know my money long
Everybody sing this song
I'm not even concerned
I'm on that fuck what you say
It's my way
Fashion week
I'm out here slaying
Dressed in like all the latest
Killing these motherfuckers
And shitting on all these haters
I'm in that new school G5 wagon
Color Komodo dragon
Riding beside a baddie that
Only cares about fashion
I'm in that new school R8 Spyder
I'm not known as Messiah
Riding beside a baddie
That only wants to get higher
I'm in that brand new Murcielago
On my way out to Cabo
Riding beside a baddie
That's never once left Toronto
I was wearing it first
I'm on that fuck what you say
It's my way
Fashion week
I'm out here slaying
Dressed in like all the latest
Bitch, you know my money long
Everybody sing this song
I'm not even concerned
I'm on that fuck what you say
It's my way
Fashion week
I'm out here slaying
Dressed in like all the latest
Killing these motherfuckers
And shitting on all these haters
Yo, I like to brag alone, fuck dudes in rag and bone
Obsess over chicks who look like Mary Kate and Ashley clones
Helmut Lang and Philiph Lim, trashy bitch in classy clothes
Pop that shit, then pop them pills till I feel like a fancy drone
Never catch me at the club, I get high and dance alone
Bitch, I'm on that boss shit, on that upper echelon
Y’all niggas know what kind of X I'm on
Y’all bitches scared get your sweat shop on
And I'm running everything with a motherfucking sprain
Watching the rest of y’all get your rest stops on
I was wearing it first
I'm on that fuck what you say
It's my way
Fashion week
I'm out here slaying
Dressed in like all the latest
Bitch, you know my money long
Everybody sing this song
I'm not even concerned
I'm on that fuck what you say
It's my way
Fashion week
I'm out here slaying
Dressed in like all the latest
Killing these motherfuckers
And shitting on all these haters
Everybody sing this song
Everybody sing this song
Everybody sing this song
Everybody sing this song
