MadeinTYO & UnoTheActivist - Margiela Man lyrics

[Intro: UnoTheActivist] I'm a Margiela man, man I'm a Margiela man (Dream, this sh*t go dummy) [Chorus: UnoTheActivist] Margiela (Yeah), Margiela (Yeah), Margiela (Yeah, yeah), I'm a Margiela man Margiela (What?), Margiela (What?), Margiela (What?), I'm a Margiela man I got YSL on me, but I'm far from a saint Ain't no water wells, drippin', I cannot fall from a sink I got on my Number (N)ine when I walk in the bank I be in pieces you can't find [Verse 1: UnoTheActivist] Putting this sh*t on, yeah I be putting this sh*t on, that's all I'm saying Talking crazy, I got on these Ricky boots, I stomp 'em in I walk inside of Margiela and then they like, "Oh, there he go again" Watch your mouth, almost caught a briefcase like a businessman A minuteman, we both know you weren't sh*t before I took you in Thinking about taking them out, that's something I'm looking at I got boogers in every single chain, I know they seeing me Your ho still gon' stick around, this ho getting rid of me I got Undercover on, why they still be sleep on me? They just don't know what I'm on, but they still be feeling me I see what be going on, honestly, it's killing me Bands on demand, they gon' give it to me willingly [Chorus: UnoTheActivist] Margiela (Yeah), Margiela (Yeah), Margiela, I'm a Margiela man Margiela (What?), Margiela (Yeah), Margiela, I'm a Margiela man I got YSL on me, but I'm far from a saint Ain't no water wells, drippin', I cannot fall from a sink I got on my Number (N)ine when I walk in the bank I be in pieces you can't find [Verse 2: MadeinTYO] Margiela man, toes in the sand (Ooh) Tattoos on my hand, I feel like Mac Miller, man I can't trust none of y'all, I need the stacks in my hand (No) Stacks in my hand, yeah, stacks in my hand I been counting all that money, need a money counter, man Baby girl, you getting thick, won't you put it in my hand? Can you be my real supporter? Can you be my real stan? Boy, shoutout to my lawyer, that's my homie, that's my friend (G) Boy, I can't even lie, yeah, I'm fresh as a b*tch (G) Yeah, them boys gon' hate, they don't put on no fits (G) They ain't rocking how I'm rocking, boy, I really rock this sh*t (Skrt) And them ni**as say they real, usually ain't real, lil' b*tch (Ha) [Chorus: UnoTheActivist] Margiela (Yeah), Margiela (Yeah), Margiela, I'm a Margiela man Margiela (What?), Margiela (Yeah), Margiela, I'm a Margiela man I got YSL on me, but I'm far from a saint Ain't no water wells, drippin', I cannot fall from a sink I got on my Number (N)ine when I walk in the bank I be in pieces you can't find