Margiela letra

Margiela
My thief in the night, so sweet the way you lie
Ah, those dollar signs in your eyes
Stop actin' so shy

Come and get your money
Come get it, come get it, come get it
What your friends tell ya about me?
You want me to NFL ya
You want that NBA check
Pop somethin' at Coachella
Margiela

Oh, you want that old me
But right now, kinda feelin' like Pimp C
I can't hold you
Just pay the shit, it's just a couple coupes and I'm over you
When old love turns jealous
My new love is overzealous
I'm in the middle, Margiela

Jump in the wagon
Over here floatin' like Aladdin
She rubbin' on me wishin' for shit, she gotta have it
Thick lips, that black magic
Whippin' this thing, swerving
In and outta my lane
Get a grip, that's what I'm doing
Feel her up, that's what I'm doing

Steering wheel at the same time
That '24 with low mileage
She talkin' that rockstar shit
She talkin' that bad bitch
You ain't shit, she said, "You ain't either"
What if I told the world? She said, "Who'd believe ya?"

Come and get your money
Come get it, come get it, come get it
What your friends tell ya about me?
You want me to NFL ya
You want that NBA check
Pop somethin' at Coachella
Margiela

Oh, you want that old me
But right now, kinda feelin' like Pimp C
I can't hold you
Just pay the shit, it's just a couple coupes and I'm over you
When old love turns jealous
My new love is overzealous
I'm in the middle, Margiela

She's tryna make things right
Just pulling me back in, pulling me back in
My new girl keep askin' 'bout us
And I'm like, "You don't wanna know"

But girl, shut the door and let it go
And leave the past right there
And get that ass over here, in the air, right there
Let me put this picture in your perfect frame

Come make me fall in love again
I swore that we would never change
But while I'm f*ckin' you, all I f*ckin' see is her face
Get a grip, that's what I'm doing

Paint her lips, that's what I'm doing
When I left her, I swear that I'd be fine
Now I can't seem to find my mind
Now you both see the dark nigga in me

All I see is fog from the Remy
I can't
You thought I should have cared more
I could say the same
I could lay the blame on you
But there's only one thing a rich nigga can do

Come and get your money (Oh)
Come get it, come get it, come get it
What your friends tell ya about me?
You want me to NFL ya
You want that NBA check
Pop somethin' at Coachella (Oh-woah)
Margiela
Oh, you want that old me

But right now, kinda feelin' like Pimp C
I can't hold you
Just pay the shit, it's just a couple coupes and I'm over you
When old love turns jealous
My new love is overzealous
I'm in the middle, Margiela
I'm in the middle

You want me to love you
But when you love me
You want it fair
Find any way to be here
Now that I'm not there no more
She's tryna make things right, yeah
Just pulling me back in, pulling me back in
Margiela