Margiela Man

I'm a Margiela man, man
I'm a Margiela man (Dream, this shit go dummy)

Margiela (yeah), Margiela (yeah)
Margiela, I'm a Margiela man
Margiela (what?), Margiela (what?)
Margiela (what?), I'm a Margiela man
I got YSL on me but I'm far from a saint
Ain't no water wells, drippin', I cannot fall from a sink
I got on my Number (N)ine when I walk in the bank
All these pieces you can't find

I be putting this shit on, that's all I'm saying
Assassin's Creed, I got on these Ricky boots, I stomp 'em in
I walked inside of Margiela and they like, "Ooh, there he go again"
Watch your mouth, almost caught a brief case like a businessman
I made you man, we both know you weren't shit before I took you in
Thinking about taking 'em out, that's something I'm looking at
I got boogers in every single chain, I know they seeing me
Your ho still gon' stick around, this ho getting rid of me
I got Undercover on, why they still be sleep on me?
They just don't know what I'm on, but they still be feeling me
I see what be going on, honestly, it's killing me
Bands on demand, they gon' give it to me willingly

Margiela (yeah), Margiela (yeah)
Margiela, I'm a Margiela man
Margiela (what?), Margiela (what?)
Margiela (what?), I'm a Margiela man
I got YSL on me but I'm far from a saint
Ain't no water wells, drippin', I cannot fall from a sink
I got on my Number (N)ine when I walk in the bank
All these pieces you can't find

Margiela man, toes in the sand (ooh)
Tattoos on my hand, I feel like Mac Miller man
I can't trust none of y'all, I need the stacks in my hand (no)
Stacks in my hand, yeah, stacks in my hand
I been counting all that money, need a money counter, man
Baby girl, you getting thick, won't you put it in my hand?
Can you be my real supporter? Can you be my real stan?
Boy, shoutout to my lawyer, that's my homie, that's my friend (yeah)
Boy, I can't even lie, yeah, I'm fresh as a bitch (yeah)
Yeah, them boys gon' hate, they don't put on no fits (yeah)
They ain't rocking how I'm rocking, boy, I really rock this shit (skrrt)
And them niggas say they real, usually ain't real lil' bitch (ha)

Margiela (yeah), Margiela (yeah)
Margiela, I'm a Margiela man
Margiela (what?), Margiela (what?)
Margiela (what?), I'm a Margiela man
I got YSL on me but I'm far from a saint
Ain't no water wells, drippin', I cannot fall from a sink
I got on my Number (N)ine when I walk in the bank
All these pieces you can't find (yeah)