Bam Margiela

Lyrics

[Hook: Francis Wolfe] Maison Margiela my drip Maison Margiela my drip She wanna hop in the whip She wanna chill in the whip Don't give a fuck what you want Don't give a fuck what you need She wanna hop in the vip She wanna chill in the vip Maison Margiela my drip Maison Margiela my drip Swag all on 10 Yeah, we git it like this Maison Margiela my drip Maison Margiela my drip Swag all on 10 Yeah, we get it forreal [Verse 1: Francis Wolfe] I'm swaggin to hard basic Living my life so amazing I don't give a fuck what you want I don't want your girl; she too basic I get it I stack it, I flip it Now she wanna get with the vision I don't give a fuck what you want Pull up jeep windows tinted Asap spend that Now we get it by the bag I don't give a fuck what you want We just be counting that cash I just be dippin' and dashin' I pull up in Saint Laurent fashion Hedi Slimane Celine I'm living my life way to lavish I pull in jeans, they ksubi Chrome Hearts be the jewelry Turn up Hyde with Roman Royale It always turn into a movie Don't give a fuck what you want Don't give a fuck what you need All of my niggas, they stunt All of my people, they bleed [Hook: Francis Wolfe] Maison Margiela my drip Maison Margiela my drip She wanna hop in the whip She wanna chill in the whip Don't give a fuck what you want Don't give a fuck what you need She wanna hop in the vip She wanna chill in the vip Maison Margiela my drip Maison Margiela my drip Swag all on 10 Yeah, we git it like this Maison Margiela my drip Maison Margiela my drip Swag all on 10 Yeah, we get it forreal [Verse 2: LurkWolfe] Howlers Club You know on my letterman I throw it on You know when the weather hits Step on the scene Y'know with my fuckin' twin I'm wit my twin You know we bleed elegance Call me lil' skate just like i'm Reese (yeah) Rockin' ones; Don't dive a fuck if they crease (yeah) Watch my bank account; I swear it increase (yeah) Shit wasn't given man I had to go lead (yeah) Aye (yeah) Rockstar, got a couple guitars Still rich so my flannel couture Ripped jeans; I don't need me a job Yeah Rockstar, got a couple guitars Still rich so my flannel couture Ripped jeans; I don't need me a job