Margielas lyrics - Chief Keef

Ay, ay man, ay

You already know how I'm rockin' man

I ain't got a mow-fuckin'

What time is it that I ain't gotta be swaggin' my nigga?

You know what this mean

I come through with this mow-fuckin' kicks my nigga

Bang my nigga

You can smell when I'm comin' (Dope)

White bitch, man she peel like it's nothing (Really, like it's nothing)

Ay, I got the weed rolling up (Tooka) and a lighter in my hand (Yeah)

Got some money in my pocket (Fff beep), let's get right onto the van (Yeah)

4 thousand for the coat (For the Gucci)

Boss shit, paid a thousand for my loafs (For these Louies, fff beep)

Bitch I'm fly, propellers (Yoon)

Fuck the Pradas, I'ma take the Margielas (Margielas, gang gang)

These niggas hating, that's what she telling me (Know she tellin')

Tell them boys, man I'll be what they never be (Tell'em)

That's in a mansion smokin' hella weed (Smokin' acres)

Riding foreign, doors up, bitches lovin' me (These bitches lovin' me)

I get top like a satellite

I'm going crazy man I think I need 7 mics

Told her catch the holy ghost, bitch you can call me Reverend Mike

Bitch you sleep like you ain't slept in 11 nights

I got a crazy ass timepiece

Breitling gets in her pants, he's a mind freak

I'm sitting outside of the club and she told me she like my timepiece

I told her if he hop out he can make the line tweak

You can smell when I'm comin' (Dope)

White bitch, man she peel like it's nothing (Really, like it's nothing)

Ay, I got the weed rolling up (Tooka) and a lighter in my hand (Yeah)

Got some money in my pocket (Fff beep), let's get right onto the van (Yeah)

4 thousand for the coat (For the Gucci)

Boss shit, paid a thousand for my loafs (For these Louies, fff beep)

Bitch I'm fly, propellers (Yoon)

Fuck the Pradas, I'ma take the Margielas (Margielas, gang gang)

I just left the Cap center, I bought 10 pairs of Margielas

Bitch my job is to make these niggas jealous

They be digging my pimpin'

I see stars, oh man am I tripping

I got marble floors, don't slip baby

I always got my feet up, don't trip baby

You get it, I have my feet up so much you would trip baby

But tell me something, do I got money on my lip baby?

I call my Margielas Mar-jealous

'Cause every time I put 'em on niggas jealous

'Cause I be cashing out I'm hot, check my temperature

I be capping, riding 'round like a cylinder

You can smell when I'm comin'

White bitch, man she peel like it's nothing

Ay, I got the weed rolling up and a lighter in my hand

Got some money in my pocket, let's get right onto the van

4 thousand for the coat

Boss shit, paid a thousand for my loafs

Bitch I'm fly, propellers

Fuck the Pradas, I'ma take the Margielas