Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Margiela things, I got designer rings
Bust down the chain, I ain't ask for the fame
Bih actin' strange since I got me some change
Getting money, nigga, I won't fold, I won't change
Shawty gon' hit my line, hit my phone, we go way back
Me and bro too cold, pull up smooth in that Mayback
They be talm' bout "slide", cool, hit you on the way back
Whatever you need, cool, bae just say that
Only got five bands in the bank but she got a facelift
Cryin' like everyday, but that's okay, she my lil' baby
Nigga been doin' drugs everyday, swear to God this ain't it
Nigga better take your spot, if you don't I'm gon' claim it
I get it, can't do it
Like us so I gotta give you grace
Been off these drugs, make me levitate
Pour up and pop one, we gon' celebrate
Margiela things, I got designer rings
Bust down the chain, I ain't ask for the fame
Bih actin' strange since I got me some change
Getting money, nigga, I won't fold, I won't change
Shawty gon' hit my line, hit my phone, we go way back
Me and bro too cold, pull up smooth in that Mayback
They be talm' bout "slide", cool, hit you on the way back
Whatever you need, cool, bae just say that
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