[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
I like haven't slept in like two days
The fuck is up with me?
I'ma do that shit though, that's fact
Okay

[Chorus]
Maison Margiela, I'm rocking the fashion
Call up the plug and he getting the pack in
Swimming through hundreds, I'm getting the laps in
Studio night after night with the tracks in
Shit get too much
Runtz got me stuck
Hold up, wait, they got me fucked
Hold up, wait

[Verse]
They say, "Kura, why you spend so much money on Forgi?"
This bitch was horny, I told her, "Let's orgy"
I don't like 'Hana's, they too full and boring
I bought the 'Gatti, I feel like I'm soaring
You ain't running the check then go get them racks up
Yeah, I get the bread whеn I'm putting the cap up
Green just be stacking, I'm counting an apple
Focusеd on fashion, I ain't even a rapper
Which one I'm wearing? Dior or Mihara?
I don't shoot but my boy send them choppers to oppers
Yeah, [?]
[?] for the hundreds, don't care 'bout some drama
[?] beating and it got a grill guard
Walking in public, yeah, don't need a real guard
Kura, you'll make it, yeah, you going real far
Once I get rich, buy my family some new cars
My family, I feed it
New girl, I'ma treat her
Get money, repeat it
Yeah, see it
Yeah, she gon' believe it
Talk so crazy 'bout me, boy
Better delete it
[Chorus]
Maison Margiela, I'm rocking the fashion
Call up the plug and he getting the pack in
Swimming through hundreds, I'm getting the laps in
Studio night after night with the tracks in
Shit get too much
Runtz got me stuck
Hold up, wait, they got me fucked
Hold up, wait
Maison Margiela, I'm rocking the fashion
Call up the plug and he getting the pack in
Swimming through hundreds, I'm getting the laps in
Studio night after night with the tracks in
Shit get too much
Runtz got me stuck
Hold up, wait, they got me fucked
Hold up, wait

[Verse 2]
Fly to Japan, I'm rocking fashion, I got Issey, Issey
That bitch, yeah, she talking, she so crazy, she so picky, picky
[?] I rock Helmut Lang, yeah, you rock Dickies, Dickies
Undercover '85 from Grailed and they don't even fit me
Carry my team on my back
Buy out the store to the max
Buying the sneakers, they taxed
Detroit Vlone cap
I put my brothers on
I put them in Prada, boy
Don't call my cellphone
I won't even answer, boy