Chief Keef - Margielas lyrics

Ayy, ayy man, ayy
You already know how I'm rockin' man
I ain't got a mowfuckin'
What time is it that I ain't
Gotta be swaggin' my nigga?
You know what this mean
I come through with this
Mowfuckin' kicks my nigga bang my nigga

You can smell when I'm comin' (Dope)
White bitch, man she peel like it's nothing
(Really, like it's nothing)
Ayy, I got the weed rolling up
(Tooka) and a lighter in my hand (yeah)
Got some money in my pocket (Fff beep)
Let's get right onto the van (yeah)
4 thousand for the coat (For the Gucci)
Boss shit, paid a thousand for my loafs
(For these Louies, fff beep)
Bitch I'm fly, propellers (Yoon)
Fuck the Pradas, I'ma take the Margielas
(Margielas, gang gang)

These niggas hating
That's what she telling me
(Know she tellin') tell them boys
Man I'll be what they never be (Tell'em)
That's in a mansion smokin' hella weed
(Smokin' acres)
Riding foreign, doors up, bitches lovin' me
(These bitches lovin' me)
I get top like a satellite
I'm going crazy man I think I need 7 mics
Told her catch the holy ghost
Bitch you can call me Reverend Mike
Bitch you sleep like you ain't
Slept in 11 nights
I got a crazy ass timepiece
Breitling gets in her pants, he's a mindfreak
I'm sitting outside of the club and she
Told me she like my timepiece
I told her if he hop out
He can make the line tweak

You can smell when I'm comin' (Dope)
White bitch, man she peel like it's nothing
(Really, like it's nothing)
Ayy, I got the weed rolling up
(Tooka) and a lighter in my hand (yeah)
Got some money in my pocket (Fff beep)
Let's get right onto the van (yeah)
4 thousand for the coat (For the Gucci)
Boss shit, paid a thousand for my loafs
(For these Louies, fff beep)
Bitch I'm fly, propellers (Yoon)
Fuck the Pradas, I'ma take the Margielas
(Margielas, gang gang)

I just left the Cap center
I bought 10 pairs of Margielas
Bitch my job is to make these niggas jealous
They be digging my pimpin'
I see stars, oh man am I tripping
I got marble floors, don't slip baby
I always got my feet up, don't trip baby
You get it
I have my feet up so much you would trip baby
But tell me something
Do I got money on my lip baby?
I call my Margielas Mar-jealous
Cause every time I put 'em on niggas jealous
Cause I be cashing out I'm hot
Check my temperature
I be capping, riding round like a cylinder

You can smell when I'm comin'
White bitch, man she peel like it's nothing
Ayy, I got the weed rolling up
And a lighter in my hand
Got some money in my pocket
Let's get right onto the van
4 thousand for the coat
Boss shit, paid a thousand for my loafs
Bitch I'm fly, propellers
Fuck the Pradas, I'ma take the Margielas