Margiela!
Yeah, Margiela my fit, Margiela my bitch
We both know you ain't shit
Hit that lil' thot from the back
Check her off my list
We make bands, no they won't stop
You ain't on shit lil' bitch get blocked
My money big as shit, might go to the gym
Lil' shawty wanna fuck, fuck, fuck
'Cause she know that I'm him
Ten bands I'm up
Lil' shawty wanna fuck
Don't talk to me if it ain't 'bout bucks
I'm up on a rush
Boy you better hush
Like the soda, you get crushed
Bands on my feet
Bands on my hands
I make that money, yea, I make it dance (I make it dance)
Shut the fuck up, no I won't stop
Drop a tape and that shit gon' flop
Uh, yeah, I'm up at the top
I'm making that money
Them bands, the guap
Keep talking hot
We gon' get your drop
We might just pull up on your block
How you say you done
But you back at it again
We ain't got time for that shit
If you want a feat, we gon' charge a fee (yeah, we gon' charge)
How you gon' switch on me like that
My heart is cold and my pockets they fat
You might just get hit with this bat (yeah)
Margiela my fit, Margiela my bitch
We both know you ain't shit
Hit that lil' thot from, the back
Check her off my list
We make bands, no they won't stop
You ain't on shit lil' bitch get blocked
My money big as shit, might go to the gym
Lil' shawty wanna fuck, fuck, fuck
'Cause she know, that I'm him
Ten bands I'm up
Lil' shawty wanna fuck
Don't talk to me if it ain't 'bout bucks
I'm up on a rush
Boy you, better hush
Like the soda, you get crushed
We both know you ain't shit
Hit that lil' thot from the back
Check her off my list
We make bands, no they won't stop
You ain't on shit lil' bitch get blocked
My money big as shit, might go to the gym
Lil' shawty wanna fuck, fuck, fuck
'Cause she know that I'm him
Ten bands I'm up
Lil' shawty wanna fuck
Don't talk to me if it ain't 'bout bucks
I'm up on a rush
Boy you better hush
Like the soda, you get crushed
Bands on my feet
Bands on my hands
I make that money, yea, I make it dance (I make it dance)
Shut the fuck up, no I won't stop
Drop a tape and that shit gon' flop
Uh, yeah, I'm up at the top
I'm making that money
Them bands, the guap
Keep talking hot
We gon' get your drop
We might just pull up on your block
How you say you done
But you back at it again
We ain't got time for that shit
If you want a feat, we gon' charge a fee (yeah, we gon' charge)
How you gon' switch on me like that
My heart is cold and my pockets they fat
You might just get hit with this bat (yeah)
Margiela my fit, Margiela my bitch
We both know you ain't shit
Hit that lil' thot from, the back
Check her off my list
We make bands, no they won't stop
You ain't on shit lil' bitch get blocked
My money big as shit, might go to the gym
Lil' shawty wanna fuck, fuck, fuck
'Cause she know, that I'm him
Ten bands I'm up
Lil' shawty wanna fuck
Don't talk to me if it ain't 'bout bucks
I'm up on a rush
Boy you, better hush
Like the soda, you get crushed
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Writer(s): Ezekiel Carter
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