Future - Maison Margiela lyrics

1500 on some Maison Margielas
Freeband Gang, we the new Roc-A-Fellas
You started making millions now they
Think you worship the devil
We keep it pimpin give a bitch to my brother
So used struggle when you come from the gutta
(Whoop)
I love to grind cause these stones of rosetta
Keep it solid and they think you the devil
(yeah yeah)
Spent 5 thousand on a Cashmere sweater

We go to Magic and we changing the weather
Sleep with the choppa
I got all on my bezzles (Ni Ni Nigga)
A cool billion when you see us together
(Whoop Whoop)
I'm still standing in designer forever
(Freeband Gang)
I went to Mexico and fucked up some change
(Whoo Whoop) that shit ain’t nothing to me
I fucked up the game (Turn Up, Turn Up)
They got my finger prints it’s
No one to blame (Ay Fuck 'Em)
My family depend on me, I’m slanging cocaine
(I swear) i called the plug and I
Went straight to the pot (I swear)
I did a dounut when I turned out the lot
(Skirt)
I’m in Margielas that ain't know that I rock
I’m blowing money, and I'm never gone stop
(Future)

1500 on some Maison Margielas
Freeband Gang, we the new Roc-A-Fellas
(Freeband Gang)
You started making millions now they
Think you worship the devil
We keep it pimpin give a bitch to my brother
(yeah yeah) so used struggle when you
Come from the gutter (Whoop)
I love to grind cause these stones of rosetta
Keep it solid and they think you the devil
(yeah yeah)
Spent 5 thousand on a Cashmere sweater

I'm Kareem, Jay and Dash (yeah)
Put them altogether (Whoop)
I’m Larry Bird, Kobe and MJ (yeah)
I’ma ball forever (Ball)
And the way a nigga hustle
It’s like I got a vendetta (yeah yeah)
It’s so many shooters in my circle (What)
They ready to get creamed (squeeze)
You try to let 'em slide off
Now they thinking' you soft
(thinking you soft)
You used to let us ride off
And then shoot up a house
I burnt the tires off this whip
I’m at the gate let me start
But I need diamonds on my wrist
So I need to be swagging them out
Ain’t enough amount of money to make
Me change where I’m from
I take a half a fucking pound and
Put it right in my lungs
I’m moving on, I'm movin on
Ain't no more Louis Vuiton
Sippin that main train drank
Like it’s Dom Perignon, future

1500 on some Maison Margielas
Freeband Gang, we the new Roc-A-Fellas
You started making million now they
Think you worship the devil
We keep it pimpin give a bitch to my brother
So used struggle when you come from the gutta
(Whoop)
I love to grind cause these stones of rosetta
Keep it solid and they think you the devil
(yeah yeah)
Spent 5 thousand on a Cashmere sweater