Lyrics to Margiela Man
I'm a Margiela man, man
I'm a Margiela man
(Dream this shit go dummy)
Margiela, Margiela, Margiela, I'm a Margiela man
Margiela, Margiela, Margiela, 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 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
Assassins Creed, I got on these Ricky boots, I stomp em' in
I walked inside of my trap and they like "oh there he go again"
Watch your mouth, almost caught a brick, just like a businessman
[?] we both know you weren't shit before I took you in
Thinking about taking them out, that's something I'm looking at
I got boogers in every single chain, I know they seeing me
Your hoe still gon' go around, this hoe getting rid of me
I got Undercover on, why they still be sleeping 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, Margiela, Margiela, I'm a Margiela man
Margiela, Margiela, Margiela, 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 Number(N)ine when I walk in the bank
All these pieces you can't find
Margiela man, toes in the sand
Tattoos on my hand, I feel like Mac Miller man
I can't trust none of yall, I need the stacks in my hand
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, why don't you put it in my hand
Can you be my real supporter? Can you be my real stan?
Shoutout to my lawyer, that's my homie, that's my fam
Boy I can't even lie, yeah I'm fresh as a bitch
Yeah them boys gon' hate, they don't put on no fits
They ain't rocking how I'm rocking, boy I really rock this shit
And them niggas say they real, usually ain't real lil' bitch
Margiela, Margiela, Margiela, I'm a Margiela man
Margiela, Margiela, Margiela, 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 Number(N)ine when I walk in the bank
All these pieces you can't find
I'm a Margiela man
(Dream this shit go dummy)
Margiela, Margiela, Margiela, I'm a Margiela man
Margiela, Margiela, Margiela, 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 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
Assassins Creed, I got on these Ricky boots, I stomp em' in
I walked inside of my trap and they like "oh there he go again"
Watch your mouth, almost caught a brick, just like a businessman
[?] we both know you weren't shit before I took you in
Thinking about taking them out, that's something I'm looking at
I got boogers in every single chain, I know they seeing me
Your hoe still gon' go around, this hoe getting rid of me
I got Undercover on, why they still be sleeping 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, Margiela, Margiela, I'm a Margiela man
Margiela, Margiela, Margiela, 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 Number(N)ine when I walk in the bank
All these pieces you can't find
Margiela man, toes in the sand
Tattoos on my hand, I feel like Mac Miller man
I can't trust none of yall, I need the stacks in my hand
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, why don't you put it in my hand
Can you be my real supporter? Can you be my real stan?
Shoutout to my lawyer, that's my homie, that's my fam
Boy I can't even lie, yeah I'm fresh as a bitch
Yeah them boys gon' hate, they don't put on no fits
They ain't rocking how I'm rocking, boy I really rock this shit
And them niggas say they real, usually ain't real lil' bitch
Margiela, Margiela, Margiela, I'm a Margiela man
Margiela, Margiela, Margiela, 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 Number(N)ine when I walk in the bank
All these pieces you can't find
