Paris Fashion Week

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah Cut from different cloth Riding 'round get around, Saint Laurent down Yeah Things get different now Who the one, who the one Say they want war? Yeah They say I can't sit down Everyone keeping on letting me down Yeah They think I can't count Guess who up stacking them dividends now? Yeah That chick say she love from my head to my feet, yeah These is some Aircut jeans, these is definitely for me These is Maison Mihara mixed with Margiela fabriques, yeah Hope you can keep up, we 'bout to up the degree Used to leave the crib with no change in my bank account Used to take the train, wasn't paid, I ain't have enough Prayed for more thangs, just things wasn't adding up Now I rock 4-5 chains on the regular It was on me when shit went bad You ain't understand man the fam wasn't proud of us If he talk shit, don't hold me back He ain't got heart or the will or the stamina Oh be careful Please don't tempt me, I get crazy, disrespectful Yeah Kiss me, fuck me, just don't step on these big steppers Yeah In my palm like Keke, stack the breesh like tenfold Yeah She just want fake kick it, ion know 'bout that though Million dollar dreams, imma bang, imma set it off I don't mind, taking shit there, imma line 'em up We a big deal, we ain't here for the runaround Only cutting 6 figure deals on the minimum And I'm always down to get it rockin, what we 'talking bout? I was like 6 years old bumping "Hit 'Em Up" If we talk big deals dawg, then I want all I need to like six Brinks trucks to my momma house Them right there, that's my brother tho He is not a 76er but bring the drummond out He said, bring em upstairs, if they running up We cannot kick it with her, cause she run her mouth Come turn around make a cinema Runnin thru the house, wanna get em all Yeah You ain't gotta ask if I'm free tomorrow See I'm finna go 'bout 100 rounds Yeah And this white tee from the corner store But I pull it off like it's a hunnid thou Yeah Singin this song, imma gun 'em all See the system wanna burn it all Yeah Drop a couple bands at Riccardi But they still look at me like I'm a criminal They not poppin, stomping in Telfar Top 5, got the clowns in a headlock