margiela man

Lyrics

[Intro] (Six motherfucking dollars, nigga?) I think I'm fallin' in love with Margiela, man Yeah, yeah, yeah (Going out bad) Yeah, yeah, yeah (No, I can't fit me a size 10) Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah [Chorus] Walk with the strap just like Mega Man And you know Lonely get money forever, man I think I'm fallin' in love with Margiela, man I wear a 32 and my bitch wear a 10 My shoes are 44, I can't fit a 10 Damn, I just took your ho, come and get her, man If you feeling all alone, it get better, man I just been smokin' dope to feel better, man And I keep some big racks in this waxed denim And my Tokyo Ghoul bag, keep a pack in it And my slime keep a strap, you could just get whacked, nigga In my bank account, I keep some racks, nigga If you count me out, I'm comin' back bigger And the calculator my favorite app, nigga Tell 'em, "See you later," not talkin' bags, nigga Gotta keep going, no lookin' back, nigga [Verse] No, I—, no, I don't talk on no app, nigga I get money and then here come the bad bitches (Yeah, yeah) Ain't no way I'ma go out looking bad, nigga (Yeah) And I'm in the XL in the back, nigga (Yeah, yeah) And know I just hit the trap spot with my savages (Yeah) And I remember them days, we was scavengin' (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Yeah, we just stuck to the plan, we had tunnel vision Know if you play you get knocked off the map, nigga See, I'm really rich, not like these other niggas Baby, no, I don't have time to play with ya (No, I can't play with you) And I just bought these new Undercovers for you Can you please let me know if they don't fit you? (Yeah, if they don't fit you) I thought I told you my heart made of chrome, baby If it's not 'bout some money, don't pick up my phone lately (Yeah) If you thought I wasn't paid then you thought 'bout the wrong nigga (Yeah) If you not talking guap, I can't get along with you (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) [Chorus] Walk with the strap just like Mega Man And you know Lonely get money forever, man I think I'm fallin' in love with Margiela, man I wear a 32 and my bitch wear a 10 My shoes are 44, I can't fit a 10 Damn, I just took your ho, come and get her, man If you feeling all alone, it get better, man I just been smokin' dope to feel better, man And I keep some big racks in this waxed denim And my Tokyo Ghoul bag, keep a pack in it And my slime keep a strap, you could just get whacked, nigga In my bank account, I keep some racks, nigga If you count me out, I'm comin' back bigger And the calculator my favorite app, nigga Tell 'em, "See you later," not talkin' bags, nigga Gotta keep going, no lookin' back, nigga (Yeah)