Margiela Bag Lyrics

Margiela Bitch

Margiela in his bag, new Margiela bag

We don't pack no bags we going shopping when we land

She got a big ol booty bitch be moving while she stand

Bitch I'm from New Orleans got to fuck me like you dance

Margiela bitch

Bitch I'm him I'm just saying

I put on that shit not on the slick I'm not playing

I put on Phillip Lim at the Ritz where we staying

I get money wit my bitch you want a Cayman or Caymans

All this sauce I came with, I knew I'd be famous

All these diamonds raining I'm too cold I need a blanket

Gallery's is painted, art galleries I hang in

Stop pressing me you trying to steal the recipe you Plankton

I got beaucoup paper, I get beaucoup paper

I'm going to Paris for some pieces see you later

Goyard out the store, can't find this in Lenox

Bought the Bimmer cash but I can't take it 'til they tint it

Lick it then I stick it, hit it then I quit it

She say that I play too much cause I don't take her serious

Bitch get out your feelings, you know I'm a rapper

Can't help it that you fell in to the trap bitch I'm a trapper

I don't do the monogram like Dan I keep it Dapper

I really was hand in hand with grams 'til I went platinum

I only fuck baddies can have small one or a fatty got like 99 problems don't keep it 100 Then I wack him

Racks in, packs in, I break bitches backs in

I don't pay for lashes, pull hair don't put no tracks in

7ason why you talk to me like that you know I'm sensitive

Cause I ain't got no feelings did time in prison you know what the business is

Take care of my businesses, you know I'm a business man

That's why I run circles round these niggas like a ceiling fan

I'm the man and been the man, had to get my life straight

I fuck her the right way, she fuck her friends the dike way

Spent five on light day, fifteen on a heavy one

Chrome bracelet the heavy one save money like he scared or something

He blowing her phone up, I leave her on read or something

Must be in his head or something she prolly giving me head or something

Back to what I'm wearing, I just got back from Paris

She never seen a gangsta in high fashion she keep staring

Margiela the pantses, Margiela the top

Tell 'em tuck they summer's Margiela at they top

Margiela in his bag, new Margiela bag

We don't pack no bags we going shopping when we land

She got a big ol booty bitch be moving while she stand

Bitch I'm from New Orleans got to fuck me like you dance