Vntge Mrgla
Yeah Yeah
Maison Margiela (Yeah)
Flipping and rolling
Dubai opps patrolling
Ten toes down
Can't imagine myself folding (Nah)
Catch 'em staring
Why they looking at me frozen
Brown skin boy
Yeah I covered it with golden
Burberry clothing
Chanel, Tom Ford cologne
Shawty from Ibiza
Know no English, she too foreign
Spent 'bout 15 on these shoes, ain't no limit man
You can't be broke and still try to kick with mans (Nah)
We not the same, tell that boy we too different
Kick that bitch out on the curb in these Loubittons
Selling, finessing, we counting the difference
Playing these hoes like I'm playing these instruments
Paid all my dues, started paying me dividends
Stuck in her throat, like she swallowing vitamins
Understand my mind, no setbacks
Focused on the future, and the end plan
L.A. model bitch with the implants (Yeah)
She don't wanna leave till the night ends
Maison Margiela and B.B. Simons on my waist
She don't know better, she work for a taste
And if I ain't know better, the guap what I chase
And the shawty act up, so I call up a replacement
Cause I know that's it bands that she seek
Love what she talk, all I know she a freak
She come over roll some more, and she too geeked up
She want stay, she tryna lay up in the sheets (Love)
She want me to give her more
Emotional support
We only fucking
She don't ask for text or call (Nah)
Emotions running high
She tend to scroll up
Roll up, I'm sipping codeine instead of Folgers
Hold up, cut them boys off, can't control us (Nah)
Roll up, for all this pressure on my shoulders
Only fucking
Don't make time for no discussion
I can't fall in love
Way too many repercussions (Nah)
Swear she fall in love
Every time we get to touching
I'm off of the drugs
Purple cup drip Robitussin
Maison Margiela and B.B. Simons on my waist
She don't know better, she work for a taste and
If I ain't know better, the guap what I chase
And the shawty act up, so I call up a replacement
Cause I know that's it bands that she seek
Love what she talk, all I know she a freak
She come over roll some more, and she too geeked up
She want stay, she tryna lay up in the sheets (Love)
Maison Margiela (Yeah)
Rocking Vintage Margiela
(Vintage Margiela)
Maison Margiela (Yeah)
Flipping and rolling
Dubai opps patrolling
Ten toes down
Can't imagine myself folding (Nah)
Catch 'em staring
Why they looking at me frozen
Brown skin boy
Yeah I covered it with golden
Burberry clothing
Chanel, Tom Ford cologne
Shawty from Ibiza
Know no English, she too foreign
Spent 'bout 15 on these shoes, ain't no limit man
You can't be broke and still try to kick with mans (Nah)
We not the same, tell that boy we too different
Kick that bitch out on the curb in these Loubittons
Selling, finessing, we counting the difference
Playing these hoes like I'm playing these instruments
Paid all my dues, started paying me dividends
Stuck in her throat, like she swallowing vitamins
Understand my mind, no setbacks
Focused on the future, and the end plan
L.A. model bitch with the implants (Yeah)
She don't wanna leave till the night ends
Maison Margiela and B.B. Simons on my waist
She don't know better, she work for a taste
And if I ain't know better, the guap what I chase
And the shawty act up, so I call up a replacement
Cause I know that's it bands that she seek
Love what she talk, all I know she a freak
She come over roll some more, and she too geeked up
She want stay, she tryna lay up in the sheets (Love)
She want me to give her more
Emotional support
We only fucking
She don't ask for text or call (Nah)
Emotions running high
She tend to scroll up
Roll up, I'm sipping codeine instead of Folgers
Hold up, cut them boys off, can't control us (Nah)
Roll up, for all this pressure on my shoulders
Only fucking
Don't make time for no discussion
I can't fall in love
Way too many repercussions (Nah)
Swear she fall in love
Every time we get to touching
I'm off of the drugs
Purple cup drip Robitussin
Maison Margiela and B.B. Simons on my waist
She don't know better, she work for a taste and
If I ain't know better, the guap what I chase
And the shawty act up, so I call up a replacement
Cause I know that's it bands that she seek
Love what she talk, all I know she a freak
She come over roll some more, and she too geeked up
She want stay, she tryna lay up in the sheets (Love)
Maison Margiela (Yeah)
Rocking Vintage Margiela
(Vintage Margiela)
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Writer(s): Joseph Bagh
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