​margiela man Destroy Lonely

[Intro]
(Six motherfucking dollars, nigga?)
I think I'm fallin' in love with Margiela, man
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(Going out bad)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(No, I can't fit me a size ten)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
Walk with the strap just like Mega Man
And you know Lonely get money forever, man
I think I'm fallin' in love with Margiela, man
I wear a thirty-two and my bitch wear a ten
My shoes' a forty-four, I can't fit a ten
Damn, I just took your hoe, come and get her, man
If you feeling all alone, it get better, man
I just been smokin' dope to feel better, man
I keep some big racks in these waxed denims
And my Tokyo Ghoul bag, keep a pack in it
And my slime keep a strap, you can just get whacked, nigga
In my bank account, I keep some racks, nigga
If you count me out, I'm coming back bigger
And the calculator my favorite app, nigga
Tell 'em, "See you later," not talking bags, nigga
Gotta keep going, no looking back, nigga