Uh, it′s Tutu

Need me them Louis V high steppersMaison Margiela

I got expensive taste

Gas pack loud weed

Smoke it I'm wakin the neighbors

People too quick to change

When they see I got my change up

I see the ones the same

My bruddas they my day ones

They do anything for a lil dollar

Or juss hit a of coochie

I stay with my guys it′s never a problem

Shit always look like a movie

I stay in the booth I'm never outside

I stay on the grind and do me

Don't hit up my line

If it ain′t bout dimes the bread the butter or blue cheese

I need the cheese, bread, cake, cash

Walk in this bitch blowing straight gas

Bitch I need that check fast

She give me neck then I jet dash

I been up all night gettin′ heavy bags

High all the time I got jet lag

She want me to come stretch that

He want problems get head bagged

Toe tagged, so sad

I do not dwell on that shit I just wet em forget 'em

I′m chillin' I′m gelling tryna get some Margielas

Beretta with lead for the pressure

Put you on a stretcher, you could get your head

Touched if I feel like sending a message

Got niggas no heart they robotic and they go insano

Automatic like a Tesla

Kush and the blues that be all that I touch if a nigga

Get down that shit make me feel better

I need the dough large amounts ain't a rat, but I′m

Out for the cheese, the whiz, the cheddar

She on her knees she please me yes sir

Catching my kids in your new sweater

She wanna bend she saying I'm better

Her and her friend gon lick the head up

Okay what is it?

Need me them Louis V high steppers

Maison Margielas

I got expensive taste

Gas pack loud weed

Smoke it I'm wakin the neighbors

People too quick to change

When they see I got my change up

I see the ones the same

My bruddas they my day ones

They do anything for a lil dollar

Or juss hit a of coochie

I stay with my guys it′s never a problem

Shit always look like a movie

I stay in the booth I′m never outside

I stay on the grind and do me

Don't hit up my line

If it ain′t bout dimes the bread the butter or blue cheese

I had me the dubby I got me the rolla and now

I just want me the Benz

I get me a bag I'm flipping a pack

Said if you don′t work you don't win

My shit on hot no fan

Really ion think they understand

I′m steady up counting ends

People I'm round gotta make they way in

Never settle for the lesser

Gimme the big bag I need extra

Hustle hard big stepper

Remember times I wanted better

But really ain't know any better

Get back, pussy, get back

Need the blue cheese fuck the feta

Wegone spin back on your bitch ass

Know I′m outta line with my mental

Ooh

Steeze hop out the roof

My brother a demon

There′s really no tellin' what he gonna do

See we want the green

Fuck naw we want the blues

I pray that my family gone get it regardless

I won′t let them get it and lose it

Need me them Louis V high steppers

Maison Margielas

I got expensive taste

Gas pack loud weed

Smoke it I'm wakin the neighbors

People too quick to change

When they see I got my change up

I see the ones the same

My bruddas they my day ones

They do anything for a lil dollar

Or juss hit a of coochie

I stay with my guys it′s never a problem

Shit always look like a movie

I stay in the booth I'm never outside

I stay on the grind and do me

Don′t hit up my line

If it ain't bout dimes the bread the butter or blue cheese (... on demo on this one)