Ezzy - Bin Stylin' lyrics

[Hook] You can't style a stylist, you can't style a stylist Been told fools when they thought that I was lying Been styling, hollering Been told fools when they thought that I was lying [Bridge] Y'all be going broke trying to dress rich Y'all be going broke trying to dress rich [Verse 1] Styling, boy So many kicks that my closet starting to get violent, boy All my homies riding, boy Get up in that chin like a violin, boy Now tell me who's hollering, boy? Camo with the raw denim My Margiela's got 'em more jealous Jordan Fours, I'm all in 'em Balmain denim, I ball in 'em I'm fresh to d**h, I hang my clothes up by the neck And I wake up trying to get that cake up, homie write that check [Hook] You can't style a stylist, you can't style a stylist Been told fools when they thought that I was lying Been styling, hollering Been told fools when they thought that I was lying [Bridge] Y'all be going broke trying to dress rich Y'all be going broke trying to dress rich [Verse 2] She said he boyfriend ball, but not like me, boy Now she all in my ear, your girl a kiloy Up in the party, all my soldiers deployed This kid got mills, but I don't come with no free toy My flow froze as could be, who colder than me? These Jordans on my feet? They older than me We the freshest in the building, aren't we, Ray? Way I throw these punchlines, you would think I drove for RTA [Hook] You can't style a stylist, you can't style a stylist Been told fools when they thought that I was lying Been styling, hollering Been told fools when they thought that I was lying [Verse 3] They let them loose K's for them cool grays They'll bust your toupee for them new J's If that's the case, then I got a morgue up in my closet My mama talking 'bout some "Boy, you better stop it" She said "Why you rushing, though? Save your money up!" I say, "I'm sorry, Ma, but I just bought a ton of stuff" I just left with a couple k, but came back with a couple bucks And just last week, I doubled-up, but I don't feel I've done enough Sneakers? Got a lot of them Beamers? Yeah, we riding them 750? That push-to-start We bagging cash, you pushing carts Ice cream got the kid freeze And I ball hard, and they cheerleading Face bang, got the ears ringing I step in and you can hear 'em screaming When it comes to this dressing, I can't be messed with Cause y'all be going broke trying to dress rich