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Tyra Yeah, Todrick? You ready? We serving bitch But make it fashón But make it fashón But make it fashón Darling, we fucking rich (Smize bitch) But make it fashón (Fashón) But make it fashón But make it fashón, darling My body (My body) Was born (Was born) For the runway Yeah, yeah, yeah (Rrrr) So pour your fashion (Fashón) On me, honey Yeah, yeah, yeah (Here we go, here we go) You know that I strut like a supermodel And every step I take I gag the girls They gonna eat it up, just watch 'em gobble And when I strike a pose they clutch the pearls Letras de cancionesWe serving bitch But make it fashón (Smize bitch) But make it fashón (Darling) But make it fashón (Haha) Darling, we fucking rich But make it fashón (Full of coin) But make it fashón (Bring the drama) But make it fashón (Here we go), darling And we serving 'em money, money, money, money But make it fashion, make it fashion, darling And we serving 'em money, money, money, money But make it fashion, make it fashion, darling (Fashón, darling) Your eyes (Came to smize) Are blessed (Are blessed) To behold me Yeah, yeah, yeah (Uh) 'Cause fashion would never Leave me lonely Yeah, yeah, yeah (And don't forget it) I don't need a man, I need a Birkin I don't need your love just ice my wrist, whoa! Give me some expensive heels to hurt in Baby, I'm a fashion masochist! Oh! We serving witch But make it fashón (Oh, yeah) But make it fashón (Looky-loo) But make it fashón (Fashón) Darling, we fucking rich (Yes, gawd) But make it fashón (It's a lot) But make it fashón (Get the) But make it fashón (Fashón), darling And we serving 'em money, money, money, money But make it fashion, make it fashion, darling And we serving 'em money, money, money, money But make it fashion, make it fashion, darling Serve, swish, then hips Pop the bass and put the pop to the floor Beat the face, the Kim K contour Custom, custom, it ain't safe in the store And if you gas me up you might get an encore Take my picture, it'll last longer If it ain't rich then put that shit on her Walk it sissy but that ain't no sir Bitch it's called a period on brrr Face is cracked when a bitch enter Whip, flash, now the kicks on blur PETA's smiling 'cause this shit ain't fur Glamour sickening and I ain't no currr Jaws dropped, I tell 'em look, don't stare I am everything they wish they were If they call it fashion then we say no sir It's fashón, darling. Okurrr! And we serving 'em money, money, money, money But make it fashion, make it fashion, darling And we serving 'em money, money, money, money But make it fashion, make it fashion, darling (Serve, swish, then hips) We serving bitch But make it fashón But make it fashón But make it fashón (Work that runway) Darling, we fucking rich But make it fashón But make it fashón But make it fashón, darling Just hope to make it fashion, bitches From Letras Mania