I think I’m fallin’ in love with Margiela, man
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(Going out bad)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(No, I can’t fit me a size ten)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Walk with the strap just like Mega Man
And you know Lonely get money forever, man
I think I’m fallin’ in love with Margiela, man
I wear a thirty-two and my b#tch wear a ten
My shoes’ a forty-four, I can’t fit a ten
Damn, I just took your ho, come and get her, man
If you feeling all alone, it get better, man
I just been smokin’ dope to feel better, man
I keep some big racks in these waxed denims
And my Tokyo Ghoul bag, keep a pack in it
And my slime keep a strap, you can just get whacked, n#gg#
In my bank account, I keep some racks, n#gg#
If you count me out I’m coming back bigger
And the calculator my favorite app, n#gg#
Tell ’em, “See you later,” not talking bags, n#gg#
Gotta keep going, no looking back, n#gg#
No, I- no, I don’t talk on no app, n#gg#
I get money and then here come the bad b#tches
Ain’t no way I’ma go out looking bad, n#gg#
And I’m in the XL in the back, n#gg#
Know I just hit the trap spot with my savages
And I remember them days we was scavengin’
Yeah, we just stuck to the plan, we had tunnel vision
Know if you play you get knocked off the map, n#gg#
See, I’m really rich, not like these other n#gg#s
Baby, no, I don’t have time to play with ya (No, I can’t play with ya)
And I just bought these new Undercovers for you
Can you please let me know if they don’t fit you?
I thought I told you my heart made of chrome, baby
If it’s not ’bout some money, don’t pick up my phone lately
If you thought I wasn’t paid then you thought ’bout the wrong n#gg#
If you not talking guap I can’t get along with you (Yeah)
Walk with the strap just like Mega Man
And you know Lonely get money forever, man
I think I’m fallin’ in love with Margiela, man
I wear a thirty-two and my b#tch wear a ten
My shoes’ a forty-four, I can’t fit a ten
Damn, I just took your ho, come and get her, man
If you feeling all alone, it get better, man
I just been smokin’ dope to feel better, man
I keep some big racks in these waxed denims
And my Tokyo Ghoul bag, keep a pack in it
And my slime keep a strap, you can just get whacked, n#gg#
In my bank account, I keep some racks, n#gg#
If you count me out I’m coming back bigger
And the calculator my favorite app, n#gg#
Tell ’em, “See you later,” not talking bags, n#gg#
Gotta keep going, no looking back, n#gg#
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