Margiela Mad Man lyrics

[Intro: Three 6 Mafia, Playboi Carti & DJ Paul]
Tear the club up
What you know, what you?
Tear the club up
n*gga, A$AP, n*gga
Tear the club up
Tear the club up
It's A$AP n*gga, stop all that goofy sh*t
Tear the club up
And they still smokin' Jitt pack
Tear the club up
This for all you playa hataz who be talking that
n*gga, f*ck your squad, n*gga
(Honorable C.N.O.T.E.)

[Verse 1: Playboi Carti & A$AP Ferg]
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Poppin' these pills in my coupe
I'm on the roof
Move like I'm Batman (Yeah)
Um, damn, what? Margiela madman
Margiela madman
Ooh, ooh, ooh, yeah
Walk in that b*tch and I feel like a man (yeah)
Ho, I got guap in my pants (Yeah)
And I got tools in my pants (Yeah)
Ayy, Carti can't dance
Ooh, I shoot that boy where he stand (Yeah)
Yeah, I keep a drum like a band (Hey)
Tell my lil' boy he got next (Next)
Put that lil' chain on his neck (Ice)
Count it up n*gga, we blessed (Yeah)
f*ck that lil' b*tch and she blessed (Damn)
f*ck that lil' ho and she blessed (Yeah)
Suckin' my di*k, left a mess (Suckin' my di*k)
Thirty-five hundred my vest
Forty-five hundred my TEC (Cash)
2900 my set
I spent a check on my fit (Nah)
Dumpin' it all on a fit
Ridin' around in a Vet (Maison Margiela, Margiela)
Movin' around like a vet (Vet)
Smell like a check, check my fit (Margiela, Margiela)
Came with my dog like I'm bit (Ooh)
She suck me off like a tick
Diamonds, they lookin' like p*ss (Ooh, yeah, yeah)
Diamonds, they lookin' like p*ss (Yeah, yeah)
Diamonds, they lookin' like p*ss
n*gga, f*ck your squad, n*gga, A$AP, b*tch
Margiela madman
[Verse 2: A$AP Ferg]
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Spent fifty K on the Rollie
Just bought that sh*t and my b*tch broke it
She sayin' she ain't even notice
But her pus*y wet like the ocean
Ayy, ayy (Swim, swim, swim)
Ayy, ayy (Margiela madman)
Master Bruce, yeah, I'm the coldest
Master Bruce, yeah, I'm the coldest
Margiela and that Rick Owens
I'm f*cking her friend and she know it
Margiela, bad
My jewelry stone cold like Steve Austin
Don't care for no b*tch, we just toss 'em
Millionaire, still live in Harlem
(Yeah, uh) Bury your hood
Riding up to a bodega, Fergie gon' bark like Omega
This ain't no game, ain't no SEGA
Even though that beef old, I don't care
I will not f*ck with the Raiders
Second deal out with Adidas
Fergie done got him a sneaker
Make your b*tch sing like Aretha
I f*ck on your b*tch when you eat her
You cuffing that b*tch like you need her
Yamborghini with Aaliyah
Rest in peace until I see ya