Lyrics:

Her pistol gold (her pistol gold)
Her pistol gold (her pistol gold)
I said her pistol gold (I said her pistol gold)
But she a fashion killa and I’m a trendy nigga
I said her pistol gold (her pistol gold)
Her pistol gold (her pistol gold)
I said her pistol gold (I said her pistol gold)
Cuz she a fashion killa and I’m a jiggy nigga
I set em rockin, rollin, swaggin to the max
By bitch a fashion killa, she be pusy poppin tags
She got a lot of Prada, that Dolce & Gabana
I can’t forget Estrada and that Valenciaga
I’m sippin purple syrup, come be my entry mama
And if you is a rider we go shoppin like manana
Her attitude Rihanna, she get it from her mama
She Jiggy like Madonna but she trippy like Nirvana
Cuz everything designer, her jeans is Helmet mane
Shoes is Alexandra Wang, and her shirt the newest Donna
Karen, wearing all the Cartier frames
Jean-Paul Gautier’s cuz they match with her persona
Her pistol gold (her pistol gold)
Her pistol gold (her pistol gold)
I said her pistol gold (I said her pistol gold)
But she a fashion killa and I’m a trendy nigga
I said her pistol gold (her pistol gold)
Her pistol gold (her pistol gold)
I said her pistol gold (I said her pistol gold)
Cuz she a fashion killa and I’m a jiggy nigga
I said see a Jill Sanders, all of the peoples
Costume national, yea and emula Mister
See this gon be the snicker, my Vana Balmont
Gold yarn by the trunks, her Isabel Maront
I love you Linda Farrell, I adore your Dior
Your Dommy Eric Dommer, fiendin karat from the store
I crush that with that top down
Boss, see how I ride around
Mommy in the time forward, poppy in that time ‘round
With Owen’s raps in this, boy she got it by the stock
She ball until she fall that mean she shop until she drop
And Versace got a lot but she may never wear it
But she say this so our babies will be flyer than their parents
Her pistol gold (her pistol gold)
Her pistol gold (her pistol gold)
I said her pistol gold (I said her pistol gold)
But she a fashion killa and I’m a trendy nigga
I said her pistol gold (her pistol gold)
Her pistol gold (her pistol gold)
I said her pistol gold (I said her pistol gold)
Cuz she a fashion killa and I’m a jiggy nigga
I said her pistol gold
Smooth, big tease, breeze in the coupe
Name initial just so bound put together
Maxy ladies, jeans and the shoes
Spike some pairs in Memphis if the fabric makes you different
You be me, me be you
Go way together, you could get away forever
All emotions crashing glass and someone turned the light out
I’m at my baby, stretched my passion, on my fashion night out
Her pistol gold (her pistol gold)
Her pistol gold (her pistol gold)
I said her pistol gold (I said her pistol gold)
But she a fashion killa and I’m a trendy nigga
I said her pistol gold (her pistol gold)
Her pistol gold (her pistol gold)
I said her pistol gold (I said her pistol gold)
Cuz she a fashion killa and I’m a jiggy nigga
I said her pistol gold