Future - Maison Margiela lyrics

We go to magic and we changing the weather Sleep with the choppa, I got all on my bezzils (Ni Ni n***a) A cool billion when you see us together (Whoop Whoop) I'm still standing in designer forever 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 b**h to my brother So you should struggle when you come from the gotta (Whoop) I love to grind cause these stones of Rosetta You keep it silent and they think you the devil (Yeah Yeah) Spent five thousand on a cashmere sweater We go to magic and we changing the weather Sleep with the choppa, I got all on my bezels (Ni Ni n***a) A cool billion when you see us together (Whoop Whoop) I'm still standing in designer forever (Freeband Gang) I went to Mexico and f**ed up some change (Whoo Whoop) That sh** ain't nothing to me, I f**ed up the game (Turn Up, Turn Up) They got my finger prints it's no one to blame (Ay f** 'Em) My family depend on me, I'm slanging c**aine (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 You started making million now they think you worship the devil We keep it pimpin' give a b**h to my brother So you should struggle when you come from the gotta (Whoop) I love to grind cause these stones of Rosetta You keep it silent and they think you the devil (Yeah Yeah) Spent five thousand on a cashmere sweater I'm Kareem, Jay and Dash (Yeah) Put 'em altogether (Whoop) I'm Larry Byrd, Kobe and MJ (Yeah) I'ma ball forever (Ball) And the way a n***a hustle, it's like I got a vendetta (Yeah Yeah) It's so many shooters in my circle (What) They ready to get creamed b**h, I'd a let it slide off I got Baking Soda (Baking Soda) 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 letting it snart But I need diamonds on my wrist So I need swagging them out Ain't enough amount of money to make me change where I'm from I take a half a f**ing pound and put it right in my lungs I'm moving on and nothing but Louie Vuitton, sippin' that main train Like it's Don Pierre, 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 b**h to my brother So you should struggle when you come from the gutta (Whoop) I love to grind cause these stones of Rosetta You keep it silent and they think you the devil (Yeah Yeah) Spent five thousand on a cashmere sweater.