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