Lyrics

I'm a Margiela man, man I'm a Margiela man (Dream, this shit go dummy) Margiela (Yeah), Margiela (Yeah), Margiela (Yeah yeah), I'm a Margiela man Margiela (Wha?), Margiela (Wha?), Margiela (Wha?), I'm a Margiela man I got YSL on me but I'm far from a Saint Ain't no water wells, drippin', I cannot fall from a sink I got on Number (N)ine when I walk in the bank All these pieces you can't find I be putting this shit on, that's all I'm saying Assassin's Creed, I got on these Ricky boots, I stomp 'em in I walked inside of Margiela and they like, "Oh, there he go again" Watch your mouth, almost caught a brief case like a businessman I made you man, we both know you weren't shit before I took you in Thinking about taking them out, that's something I'm looking at I got boogers in every single chain, I know they seeing me Your ho still gon' stick around, this ho getting rid of me I got Undercover on, why they still be sleep on me? They just don't know what I'm on, but they still be feeling me I see what be going on, honestly, it's killing me Bands on demand, they gon' give it to me willingly Margiela (Yeah), Margiela (Yeah), Margiela, I'm a Margiela man Margiela (Wha?), Margiela (Yeah), Margiela, I'm a Margiela man I got YSL on me but I'm far from a Saint Ain't no water wells, drippin', I cannot fall from a sink I got on Number (N)ine when I walk in the bank All these pieces you can't find Margiela man, toes in the sand (Ooh) Tattoos on my hand, I feel like Mac Miller man I can't trust none of y'all, I need the stacks in my hand (No) Stacks in my hand, yeah, stacks in my hand I been counting all that money, need a money counter, man Baby girl you getting thick, won't you put it in my hand? Can you be my real supporter? Can you be my real stan? Boy, shoutout to my lawyer, that's my homie, that's my friend (G) Boy, I can't even lie, yeah, I'm fresh as a bitch (G) Yeah, them boys gon' hate, they don't put on no fits (G) They ain't rocking how I'm rocking, boy, I really rock this shit (Skrt) And them niggas say they real, usually ain't real lil' bitch (Ha) Margiela (Yeah), Margiela (Yeah), Margiela, I'm a Margiela man Margiela (Wha?), Margiela (Yeah), Margiela, I'm a Margiela man I got YSL on me but I'm far from a Saint Ain't no water wells, drippin', I cannot fall from a sink I got on Number (N)ine when I walk in the bank All these pieces you can't find
Writer(s): Troy Vashon Donte Lane Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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