Uh, Marc' Primo
You already know how we rockin'
What up, Preem?
Yeah
Bag the cashier wearing cashmere
That's twenty racks for a jacket and some khaki pants (damn)
Bummy rappers with bunny rabbit ears, you mad I'm a money magnet
Karats do the money dance in my sunglasses
Slick talker, this a tongue lashing
If it's me and Preem then it's a smash hit like summer madness
Will Smith should do the ad-libs while I mack bitches in rich fabrics
Meek draggin' up in Saks Fifth
Maybach G-Wagon, this ain't even me braggin'
Like Ali sneaking jabs in
I don't drive a Ford, how you rhyme? You can't afford Tom Ford
They should kick you out of the store
No Bvlgari, no Barneys, no Marni
You know it's Marc', you see the gold Cartis
The cocaine in the bowl at the party
A whole lot of Barbies, the whole army
They on my body... like Armani
The type of product I got, the form of rock
It does not need ice a lot
Might break the watch scraping the side of the pot
A few diamonds fill out the clock
But it couldn't make time stop on the block
Shots from the Glock made the Rottweiler collar pop
Let the chopper give him a crop top
Homicide, your body slide off the chopping block
Like a side of livestock
Nigga dropped a bottle of private stock
Slipped on slime, bitches thinking it was wine
Get the mop, make 'em slide
In style like a Prada slide
My product had 'em online before Wi-Fi (way before that)
Two for fives, hand to hand, that's a high-five
Divide the pie
When you a player you cannot ride the pine
Finesse dimes out of Calvin Klein
Goose down like a mountain climb (okay)
Powerful lines like powder lines
You must be out your mind trying to turn these hoes to housewives
Keep 'em on the couch cause we outside
In the Armani section
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