Runway Royalty

Lyrics

(Intro)
Yeah, yeah, step aside when I walk in
Face beat, fit sleek—yeah, I’m locked in
Turn the lights up, flash on, no shade
I'm the headline, baby, y'all the footpage

(Verse 1)
Lace laid, edges sharp like a cut crease
Drip too cold, got ‘em shook, make the room freeze
Lip gloss poppin’, that’s a thousand-dollar shine
If they talkin’ ‘bout the queen, better know they talkin’ mine

Closet lookin’ like a showroom, racks on racks
I don’t even check the tag, I just throw that in the bag
Custom-made, baby, I ain't never off the rack
And my heels so high, got ‘em lookin’ up fast

(Pre-Chorus)
Bad and I know it, no need for approval
Crown so high, ain't no need for removal
Money long, skin glow like it's gold
Steppin’ in, attitude: too bold

(Chorus)
I’m runway royalty, silk on my body
Make ‘em stop, double take, paparazzi
Gloss on my lips, got ‘em thirsty, no hobby
If you ain’t a bad bitch, then you can’t talk to me

(Verse 2)
Mirror, mirror on the wall, who the flyest of ‘em all?
Me. And I ain't ever takin’ calls
If the bag ain’t six figures, I’ma let that thing stall
Too exclusive, I don’t follow—watch ‘em copy how I ball

Bronzer hit right, highlight like a lighthouse
Even in the dark, bet my diamonds still bite out
Soft glam, strong hand, keep ‘em in a tight house
If they ain’t about the grind, tell ‘em pipe down

(Pre-Chorus)
Bad and I know it, no need for approval
Crown so high, ain't no need for removal
Money long, skin glow like it's gold
Steppin’ in, attitude: too bold

(Chorus)
I’m runway royalty, silk on my body
Make ‘em stop, double take, paparazzi
Gloss on my lips, got ‘em thirsty, no hobby
If you ain’t a bad bitch, then you can’t talk to me

(Bridge)
Custom prints, one of one, I don’t do designer deals
Everything I wear exclusive, got my own appeal
Keep a boss chick circle, all my girls know the drill
If you ain't about your bag, then you can’t sit at the meal

(Outro)
Yeah, yeah, they know who I be
Turn the city to my catwalk, let ‘em all see
Everywhere I go, it's a whole movie scene
Neck froze, wrist glow, real life dream

I ain't just in my bag—nah, I'm in my zone!
Bow down, baby, I was born for the throne!