The Plug & M24 – Fashion (ft. Fivio Foreign) (Audio, Lyrics, Video)

The Plug & M24 collaborate on “Fashion” featuring Fivio Foreign. Listen, stream, buy, mp3 download and read the lyrics to the song produced by M24 & Lekaa Beats.

The Plug & M24 Fashion

You can draw many comparisons between London and New York City. For one, they’re both fashion-forward places that often set the trends instead of following them. Secondly, the recent insurgence of drill music across the world is largely due to its success in both London and New York City, specifically Brooklyn.

UK producer The Plug has merged those commonalities for his latest banger, “Fashion.” The Plug enlists M24 and Fivio Foreign to get the job done on this record. The two rappers connect over a glossy yet bleak drill production where they offer tons of flexes with high-energetic flows.

The Plug & M24 – Fashion (ft. Fivio Foreign) (prod. M24 & Lekaa Beats)

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Lyrics

[Intro: Kenny Allstar & M24]
Uh
It’s The Plug
(Get back)
Ayy
Uh
Carry on chattin’, tell the boys, “Carry on chattin'”
I jeeted my mans missus, but we still act like nuttin’ ain’t happen
Do a man live, come back to the ends then act like nuttin’ ain’t happen
We got the whole thing patterned
I don’t even know how this whole thing happened (Lekaa Beats)

[Chorus: M24 & Fivio Foreign]
Gettin’ cash in’ (Woah, ayy)
Into fashion (Ayy, ayy, hey)
I still run man down on my jones
And do it with a passion (Grrt, baow)
Never lackin’ (Never)
The GBG’s too active, active (Baow)
‘Bout five of us in a three-door whip with some fuck-off ratchets (Ayy, ayy)
Gettin’ cash in’ (Ayy)
Into fashion (Ayy, ayy)
I still run man down on my jones
And do it with a passion (Grrt, baow, yes, yes)
Never lackin’ (Never, nah)
The GBG’s too active, active (Active)
‘Bout five of us in a three-door whip (Ayy, ayy) with some fuck-off ratchets (Uh)

[Verse 1: M24]
My yardie one’s got the maddest back
But it looks even better when she makes that clap
I remember pushbike days (Yes)
Really tryna out with that pack (I was)
Now I got a buss down chain (Yes)
Diamonds don’t need no flash (Bling)
We got Rollies, they got Cartis
Might as well throw that shit in the trash (Bin that)
Do it on my J’s like Hus, Hus
Pull up over there, they dust (They dust)
Sweet one want a piece of me, of course
She sayin’ that I make her blush (Uh)
I can’t run out of options (Nope, nope)
Gettin’ rich is a must, trust
Do it, don’t ’cause no fuss, bust
Now they all think I’m boss

[Chorus: M24 & Fivio Foreign]
Gettin’ cash in’ (Woah, ayy)
Into fashion (Ayy, ayy, drip)
I still run man down on my jones (Hey, hey)
And do it with a passion (Grrt, baow)
Never lackin’ (Never)
The GBGs too active, active (Baow)
‘Bout five of us in a three-door whip with some fuck-off ratchets (Ayy, ayy)
Gettin’ cash in’ (Ayy)
Into fashion (Ayy, ayy, hey)
I still run man down on my jones
And do it with a passion (Grrt, baow, yes, yes)
Never lackin’ (Never, nah)
The GBGs too active, active (Active)
‘Bout five of us in a three-door whip (Ayy, ayy) with some fuck-off ratchets (Baow)

[Verse 2: Fivio Foreign]
Look, baskets (Baskets)
Shoot good, you get drafted (Grrt, baow)
Uh, what’s crackin’? (What’s crackin’?)
I’m with whatever you jackin’ (I am, baow, baow)
I need forty for the backend
You don’t want me to have it? Give this shit back then (Nah)
Big drip, when I hit ’em, splashin’ (When I hit ’em, splashin’)
All black when I’m backin’ (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Floor it (Skrrt), good car (Good car)
Foreign, huh (Ayy)
I’m in the air, soarin’, huh (I am)
Somebody put me in orbit, look (Ayy, ayy)
I ain’t with none of the fraud shit, huh (Nah)
I play the game and I never forfeit
They was lookin’ for a bluff (They was)
But they couldn’t call it, they couldn’t call it (Look), uh
It’s me (Me), Fivi (Fivi)
Too hot (Too hot), Takis (Takis)
They can’t (They can’t), find me (Find me)
But I’m prolly with all of them thotties (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Ayy (Ayy), they try to tell ’em to rob me (They try to tell ’em to rob me), uh
Yeah, yeah, if I call the killers, they comin’ for bodies (Lil’ bitch)
I give ’em hope (I give ’em hope), huh, look
I’m on my way to the vault, huh (Yeah)
I’ma need forty a show, huh (Yeah, yeah)
All these diamonds on my throat, uh (Yeah, ayy)
Let that shit soak, huh (Let that shit soak)
Let that shit soak, look, baow
I keep a shooter on go (Baow)
We see a opp, we ain’t tell ’em to throw (Baow)

[Chorus: M24 & Fivio Foreign]
Gettin’ cash in’ (Woah, ayy)
Into fashion (Ayy, ayy, drip)
I still run man down on my jones
And do it with a passion (Grrt, baow)
Never lackin’ (Never)
The GBGs too active, active (Baow)
‘Bout five of us in a three-door whip with some fuck-off ratchets
Gettin’ cash in’ (Ayy)
Into fashion (Ayy, ayy)
I still run man down on my jones
And do it with a passion (Grrt, baow, yes, yes)
Never lackin’ (Never, nah)
The GBGs too active, active (Active)
‘Bout five of us in a three-door whip (Ayy, ayy) with some fuck-off ratchets (Lekaa Beats)