You Know My Style

Lyrics

[Intro: DJ tags] Get familiar [Verse 1: Pusha-T] Waterfront homeowner, Miami beachcomber Five-nine in Phantom, feeling like a loner 'Milio Pucc' isotoners Bathing Ape, BBC Ice Cream, high-fashion persona Chains never tucked, one's never enough Solitaire on solitaire, I make diamonds fuck Masterpiece Rolex rest over the wrist (Set wrong) 'Cause in my eyes, time doesn't exist Flow effortless, I raise the bar for excellence Like Provo, gold medalist Olympiad, the flow is simply that Powder by the drum, where it's from? Off the shores of Trinidad Liva, Sandman, the Clipse make it four You know who to come to score—check it Re-Up Gang, what real ns wanna hear Add us up, dumb fuck: the sum of all your fears [Chorus: Pusha-T & Sandman] Hate me but you love my style Been getting money since I was a mere child Bitch, hold your breath Eat a dick up 'til it ain't none left On and on, and on, and on and on (Yeah-ah) Everybody waiting on that Re-Up storm (Can-non) [Verse 2: Sandman] Y'all problems gon' precede us folks Our hardest decision is picking what weed we smoke Tycoon, typhoon when I breeze through those Back blocks with a black Glock, regal pose (Effortless) Had a mountain of ice avalanched it Necklace reckless, chest piece both-handed Wrist glow disco fat dad be dancing Tipped the fates, your fate I command it Ns wack and take shit for granted This is the reason that we had to crash in Now you're scattering, panicking Freezing in the booth like mannequins None of that matters when I'm on the M-I-C C's up 'til I D-I-E, Re-Up to the TOP Heat up, no P-O-T, it's your S-T-Y-L-E, book it [Chorus: Pusha-T] Hate me but you love my style Been getting money since i was a mere child Bitch, hold your breath Eat a dick up 'til it ain't none left On and on, and on, and on and on (Get familiar) Everybody waiting on that Re-Up storm [Verse 3: Ab-Liva] Couple hoes, couple Cris', couple Doms Couple jewels, got 'em sprinkled on the arm And they dance the liveliest, the obvious Color, the cut, the carat, preposterous Monotonous, my name got it scribbled in the floors Black Lamborghin' (Ah) with the scissor doors Touchdown, touch powder, touch pounds (Touch pounds) Touch lives, touch paper, touch now [?] so soft that I touch the ground Diamonds CN kilos, Cialis now (?) They screaming, "The reign's over, y'all" With that soft white Sold a couple mill' with my flip game over y'all I'm like Pisa, I will lean over y'all SL Maclaren, the one lean over y'all Tran-S apparent, chrome blades under y'all Feel I'm a parent the way I keep sonnin y'all Lil' ns, I simply Paul Bunyan y'all Still I'm intrigued, the world still stomachs y'all [Chorus: Pusha-T & Malice] Hate me but you love my style Been getting money since I was a mere child (Clinton Sparks) Bitch, hold your breath Eat a dick up 'til it ain't none left On and on, and on, and on and on (Malicious) Everybody waiting on that Re-Up storm [Verse 4: Malice] Don't stop think I don't get it, any time I pull up in that kit-it Heart sink to your stomach, don't it? Gotta deal with it I'm too real with it, I'm copping weight To in and out of time zones, scotch-hopping states Waking up yawning in the Mondrian Sunset on Sunset, that's the ambiance I'm way beyond that mule and forty acres Check the Frank Muller the color of the Lakers They can't take us, so upsetting Four-fif' hold ten, I force-feed eleven And ride through the hood, expose the youth So they too can get a glimpse of that Targa coupe (Smashbar) Check the proof, fuck what I say, though The Clydesdales in that driveway And y'all wanna talk that blasé Got a score to settle? You first better get on my level, pussy [Chorus: Pusha-T] Hate me but you love my style Been getting money since I was a mere child Bitch, hold your breath Eat a dick up 'til it ain't none left On and on, and on, and on and on Everybody waiting on that Re-Up storm Hate me but you love my style