Maison Margiela Lyrics

1500 hundred on some maison margielas. yeah,
FreeBandGang we the new rockafellas.
We start making millions now they think you start worship the devil
We keep it pimpin′, give a bitch to my brother
So used to struggle when you come from the gutta

I love the Ground cuz these stones are rosseta
You keep it silent now they think you the divil
Spent 5, 000 on a cashmier sweater
We go to magic and we changing the weather
They say with the top I got my .
A cool . when you see us together
I'm still spinnin if the time is forever
DJ spin f*ck nigga

1500 for some Masion Margielas

FreeBand Gang, we the new rocs-fella

You started making million now they think you worship the devil
We keep it pimpin give a bitch to my brother

So use to struggle when you come from the gutta
I love to shine cuz these stones of rosetta
You keep it quiet and they think you the devil
25 thousand on some Masion Margielas!
We go to magic and we go to magic and we changing

The weather, sleep with the chopper, I got on all my bezzils
A cool billion when you see us together
I′m still spending, it's designer forever, I went to Mexico.

And fucked up some change
that shit ain't nothing to me, I fucked up the game
They got my finger prints it′s no one to blame
my family depend on me, I′m slanging cocaine
I called the plug and I went straight to the pot
I did a dounut when I left out the lot
I'm in Margielas that ain′t I rock
I'm blowing money, I ain′t never gone stop
1500 for some Masion Margielas
FreeBand Gang, we the new roca-fella
You started making millions now they think you worship the devil
We keep it pimpin give a bitch to my brother
So used to struggle when you come from the gutta
I love to shine cuz these stones of rosetta
You keep it quiet and they think you the devil
I'm clean, fresh as hell

put em all together I′m Larry byrd, Kobe, MJ
I'ma ball forever and the way a nigga hustle
It's like I got a vendetta, it′s so many shooters in my circle
They ready to get cream, I gotta let fly off

Got that baking soda, you use to let it fly off and go
And shoot up a house, I burn the tores off the whip
I′m at the gate letting it snart, with all these diamonds on my wrist
And I am swagging them out it
Ain't enough amount of money to make me change whe I′m from
I take a half a fucking pound and turn it right in my lungs
I'm moving on and nothing but Louie Vuiton, sippin that main train.
Like it′s Don Pierre awn, Future
1500 for some Masion Margielas
FreeBand Gang, we the new rocs-fella
You started making million now they think you worship the devil
We keep it pimpin give a bitch to my brother
So use to struggle when you come from the gutta
I love to shine cuz these stones of rosetta
You keep it quiet and they think you the devil
25 thousand on some Masion Margielas!
We go to magic and we go to magic and we changing