I think I'm fallin' in love with Margiela, man Yeah, yeah, yeah (Going out bad) Yeah, yeah, yeah (No, I can't fit me a size ten) Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Walk with the strap just like Mega Man And you know Lonely get money forever, man I think I'm fallin' in love with Margiela, man I wear a thirty-two and my bitch wear a ten My shoes' a forty-four, I can't fit a ten Damn, I just took your ho, come and get her, man If you feeling all alone, it get better, man I just been smokin' dope to feel better, man I keep some big racks in these waxed denims And my Tokyo Ghoul bag, keep a pack in it And my slime keep a strap, you can just get whacked, nigga In my bank account, I keep some racks, nigga If you count me out I'm coming back bigger And the calculator my favorite app, nigga Tell 'em, "See you later," not talking bags, nigga Gotta keep going, no looking back, nigga No, I- no, I don't talk on no app, nigga I get money and then here come the bad bitches Ain't no way I'ma go out looking bad, nigga And I'm in the XL in the back, nigga Know I just hit the trap spot with my savages And I remember them days we was scavengin' Yeah, we just stuck to the plan, we had tunnel vision Know if you play you get knocked off the map, nigga See, I'm really rich, not like these other niggas Baby, no, I don't have time to play with ya (No, I can't play with ya) And I just bought these new Undercovers for you Can you please let me know if they don't fit you? I thought I told you my heart made of chrome, baby If it's not 'bout some money, don't pick up my phone lately If you thought I wasn't paid then you thought 'bout the wrong nigga If you not talking guap I can't get along with you (Yeah) Walk with the strap just like Mega Man And you know Lonely get money forever, man I think I'm fallin' in love with Margiela, man I wear a thirty-two and my bitch wear a ten My shoes' a forty-four, I can't fit a ten Damn, I just took your ho, come and get her, man If you feeling all alone, it get better, man I just been smokin' dope to feel better, man I keep some big racks in these waxed denims And my Tokyo Ghoul bag, keep a pack in it And my slime keep a strap, you can just get whacked, nigga In my bank account, I keep some racks, nigga If you count me out I'm coming back bigger And the calculator my favorite app, nigga Tell 'em, "See you later," not talking bags, nigga Gotta keep going, no looking back, nigga