[Chorus: Corey St.Rose]
I wear the Maison Margiela (Yeah)
Hundred bands and it fit in the sweater (Cash)
Steal my style but I still do it better (Huh)
My brother just told me keep applying the pressure
I’m smoking on Gushers, ball on the court I don’t need me a jumper
They playing with mustard, when they gotta ketchup
Send a thottie just keep me a set up
Big diamonds better go get your bread up (Let's go)

[Verse 1: Corey St.Rose]
St.rose on the remix my n***a, I do it way better, I’m moving too clever
I got the crowd and the signing "Margiela"
Dripping in fashion I do it real better
If I’m in the pain, I'ma dunk on center
Crossing him up, now he up in a blender
I got me a hundred, that’s right in my sweater
The money come in and it's getting her wetter
They calling me Margiela mad man
I'ma come out at night like I’m Batman
I be chasing the bag Like I’m Pac-man
I got more coming in , in the back end (Woo)
My brother just told me "Apply all that pressure got ball like you Kobe"
Got me two guns, one is Zack, one is Cody
Don’t need a favor, I grind on my doley (Let's go)
[Chorus: Corey St.Rose]
I wear the Maison Margiela (Yeah)
Hundred bands and it fit in the sweater (Cash)
Steal my style but I still do it better (Huh)
My brother just told me keep applying the pressure
I’m smoking on Gushers, ball on the court I don’t need me a jumper
They playing with mustard, when they gotta ketchup
Send a thottie just keep me a set up
Big diamonds better go get your bread up (Let's go)

[Verse 2: Flipp Dinero]
Say they with you, you know they be capping
Most these n***as just really be acting
I'm from the block, bitch I work, I was trappin'
Glock with a switch, get it in, I ain’t lacking
Hit my account with like 20 the back end
For this bezel, she fuck a lil’ better
N***as love her, I don’t even sweat her
XD and Glocks, we don’t tote no barreta’s
I can’t love her that bitch is too basic
Roll it up and you know I'm gon’ face it
I run it up and you know I'm impatient
Say that you got it, you know that we take it
Sick of the love, ‘cause I know they be faking
Said I'm bout it, don’t get it mistaken
I be thumbing, my fingers be aching
I hit the spot with my zoe’s, I'm a Haitian
I threw them shots tryna give ‘em a facelift
Glock was jammed but my finger kept twitching
Hollow points hit ‘em up he was glitching
Told ‘em I'd get him but mad i ain't lift 'em
These n***as pussy, the type to get setup
Clutch the knocker, be tucked in my sweater
Why n***as talking like they really get us?
Bitch I'm a demon, I hustle a lil better, aye!
[Chorus: Corey St.Rose]
I wear the Maison Margiela
Hundred bands and it fit in the sweater
Steal my style but I still do it better
My brother just told me keep applying the pressure
I’m smoking on Gushers, ball on the court I don’t need me a jumper
They playing with mustard, when they gotta ketchup
Send a thottie just keep me a set up
Big diamonds better go get your bread up

[Outro: Corey St.Rose]
I wear the Maison Margiela
Hundred bands and it fit in the sweater
Steal my style but I still do it better
My brother just told me keep applying the pressure