Margiela

Margiela My thief in the night, so sweet the way you lie Ah, those dollar signs in your eyes Stop actin' so shy Come and get your money Come get it, come get it, come get it What your friends tell ya about me? You want me to NFL ya You want that NBA check Pop somethin' at Coachella Margiela Oh, you want that old me But right now, kinda feelin' like Pimp C I can't hold you Just pay the shit, it's just a couple coupes and I'm over you When old love turns jealous My new love is overzealous I'm in the middle, Margiela Jump in the wagon Over here floatin' like Aladdin She rubbin' on me wishin' for shit, she gotta have it Thick lips, that black magic Whippin' this thing, swerving In and outta my lane Get a grip, that's what I'm doing Feel her up, that's what I'm doing Steering wheel at the same time That '24 with low mileage She talkin' that rockstar shit She talkin' that bad bitch You ain't shit, she said, "You ain't either" What if I told the world? She said, "Who'd believe ya?" Come and get your money Come get it, come get it, come get it What your friends tell ya about me? You want me to NFL ya You want that NBA check Pop somethin' at Coachella Margiela Oh, you want that old me But right now, kinda feelin' like Pimp C I can't hold you Just pay the shit, it's just a couple coupes and I'm over you When old love turns jealous My new love is overzealous I'm in the middle, Margiela She's tryna make things right Just pulling me back in, pulling me back in My new girl keep askin' 'bout us And I'm like, "You don't wanna know" But girl, shut the door and let it go And leave the past right there And get that ass over here, in the air, right there Let me put this picture in your perfect frame Come make me fall in love again I swore that we would never change But while I'm fuckin' you, all I fuckin' see is her face Get a grip, that's what I'm doing Paint her lips, that's what I'm doing When I left her, I swear that I'd be fine Now I can't seem to find my mind Now you both see the dark nigga in me All I see is fog from the Remy I can't You thought I should have cared more I could say the same I could lay the blame on you But there's only one thing a rich nigga can do Come and get your money (Oh) Come get it, come get it, come get it What your friends tell ya about me? You want me to NFL ya You want that NBA check Pop somethin' at Coachella (Oh-woah) Margiela Oh, you want that old me But right now, kinda feelin' like Pimp C I can't hold you Just pay the shit, it's just a couple coupes and I'm over you When old love turns jealous My new love is overzealous I'm in the middle, Margiela I'm in the middle You want me to love you But when you love me You want it fair Find any way to be here Now that I'm not there no more She's tryna make things right, yeah Just pulling me back in, pulling me back in Margiela