Bust Down

[Intro] (Architekz) [Chorus: Yhung T.O.] Uh, Margielas cost nine-fifty Fuck around and spend some time with me Hold on, hold on, ain't gotta lie to me Keep a bad bitch, I brought a dime with me Bust down, Yeezy 950s I don’t want these broke niggas eyein' me I don’t want these broke niggas nowhere by me How you bust down but your time tickin'? [Verse 1: Yhung T.O.] If you ain't gang you can’t hang with me Shit, I'm a lame if a lame with me These other niggas want the fame off me I'd rather keep my 40 and my main with me Gang shit but my brothers who I hang with SOB the gang and I could never lane switch (SOB shit) How much that cost? A nigga house rent Thousand dollar shoes, standin' on the couch shit Oh, I need a ride or survivor Oh, I'm so glad that you signed up I'm gettin' closer and closer And I'll take you higher and higher Baby, show me what that cash 'bout What that mouth 'bout, made a nigga damn near pass out While we talkin' let me tell you what my last 'bout She start to feel a nigga, end up lettin' all her past out I'm not that nigga that emotionally hurt you But I know some shit that could physically work you I-I got some shit that could visually serve you Get mentally prepared for what I got in store, girl, you know Like hold on, nigga, back, back If it ain't about that cash you could have that I’ll leave your last nigga where he stand at And just to see you happy, you know he can't stand that [Verse 2: Slimmy B] Damn, how you bust down but your time tickin'? (Broke nigga) Always talkin' 'bout a foreign, never ride in 'em (Nigga, stop lying) Broke where? Bitch my shoes cost like nine hundred (These Margielas, nigga) Red bottoms with the spikes and I ain't stand in line for 'em, bitch I don't say shit, I let them bands talk If you see me limpin', don't trip, that's that band walk Told the bitch to slide and when she do take them pants off I'm talkin' house rent if I tell you what these pants cost Probably got you niggas' stash on me Bitch, I keep that cash on me Rubber band stacks and my shooter keep that MAC on him Fuck them broke niggas, come and blow this money fast with me And I ain't trick or treatin' but you know I keep that bag on me Stitch lip to the grave, I don't drop, I just knock dimes And I don't Twitter beef but my clip longer than a timeline Bust down Rollie, fucked around and caught frostbite And leave that lame nigga if you wanna live this boss life, bitch [Chorus: Yhung T.O.] Margielas cost nine-fifty Fuck around and spend some time with me Hold on, hold on, ain't gotta lie to me Keep a bad bitch, I brought a dime with me Bust down, Yeezy 950s I don’t want these broke niggas eyein' me I don’t want these broke niggas nowhere by me How you bust down but your time tickin'?