Uh, Margiela's cost $950

Fuck around and spend some time with me

Hold on, hold on, ain't gotta lie to me

Keep a bad bitch, I brought a dime with me

Bust out, Yeezy 950's

I don't want these broke **** eyein' me

I don't want these broke **** nowhere by me

How you bust down but your time tickin'

If you ain't gang, you can't hang with me

Shit, I'm a lame, if a lame with me

These other **** want the fame off me

I'd rather keep my .40 and my main with g-gang shit

But my brothers who I hang with

SOB, the gang, and I could never lane switch

How much that cost? A **** house rent

Thousand dollar shoes, standin' on the couch, shit

Oh, I need a rider, survivor

Oh, I'm so glad that you signed us

I'm getting closer and closer

And I take you higher and higher

Baby, show me what that cash 'bout

What that mouth 'bout

Made **** damn near pass out

While we talkin', let me tell you what my last bitch

She start to feel a ****, end up lettin' all her past out

I'm not that **** that emotionally hurt you

But I know some shit that could physically work you

I got some shit that can visually serve you

Get mentally prepared for what I got in store, girl you know

Like hold on, **** back, back

If it ain't about that cash, you can have that

I'll leave your last **** where he stand at

And just to see you happy, you know he can't stand that

Yeah, how you bust down but your time tickin'?

Always talkin' 'bout a foreign, never ride in 'em

Broke where? Bitch, my shoes cost like nine hunnid

Red bottoms with the spikes and I ain't stand in line for 'em, bitch

I don't say shit, I let them bands talk

If you see me limpin', don't trip

That's that band walk

Told the bitch to slide

And when she do take them pants off

I'm talkin' house rent

If I tell you what these pants cost

Probably got you **** stash on me

Bitch, I keep that cash on me

Rubber band stacks and my shooter keep that mac on me

Fuck them broke ****

Come and blow this money fast with me

And I ain't trick or treatin'

But you know I keep that bag on me

Stitch lip to the grave

I don't drop I just knock dimes

And I won't twitter beef 'em

My clip longer than a timeline

Bust down rollie, fuck around and caught frostbite

And leave that lame **** if you wanna live this boss life, bitch

Margiela's cost $950

Fuck around and spend some time with me

Hold on, hold on, ain't gotta lie to me

Keep a bad bitch, I brought a dime with me

Look, bust out Yeezy 950's

I don't want these broke **** eyein' me

I don't want these broke **** nowhere by me

How you bust down but your time tickin'