Margiela Lyrics
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 ’bout 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 I’m 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 thang, swervin’ in and out of my lane
Get a grip, that’s what I’m doin’
Fill her up, that’s what I’m doin’
Steering wheel at the same time, that ’24 with low miles
She talkin’ that rockstar shit, she talkin’ in 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 ’bout 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 I’m 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 pullin’ me back in, pullin’ me back in, my new girl keep
Askin’ ’bout us, and I’m like
You don’t wanna know, girl, shut the door, 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 swear 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 doin’
Paint her lips, that’s what I’m doin’
When I left her I swore that I’d be fine, now I can’t seem to find my mind
Now you both see the dog n** in me
All I see is fog from the Remy, I care
You thought I should’ve cared more
I could say the same, I could lay the blame on you
But there’s only one thing a rich n** can do
Come and get your money
Come get it, come get it, come get it
What your friends tell ya ’bout 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 I’m 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
Just pullin’ me back in, pullin’ me back in
Margiela