| .. yeah we’re changing he weather | 
| They say with the top I got my. | 
| A cool. | 
| when you see us together | 
| I’m still spinnin if the time is forever | 
| DJ spin f*ck nigga | 
| Hook: | 
| 1500 for some Masion Margielas | 
| FreeBand Gang, we the new rocs-fella, | 
| You started making million now they think you worship the devil, | 
| We keep it pimpin give a bitch to my brother | 
| So use to struggle when you come from the gutta, | 
| I love to shine cuz these stones of rosetta, | 
| You keep it quiet and they think you the devil, | 
| 25 thousand on some Masion Margielas! | 
| We go to magic and we go to magic and we changing | 
| The weather, sleep with the chopper, I got on all my bezzils, | 
| A cool billion when you see us together, | 
| I’m still spending, it’s designer forever, I went to Mexico. | 
| And fucked up some change, | 
| that shit ain’t nothing to me, I fucked up the game, | 
| They got my finger prints it’s no one to blame, | 
| my family depend on me, I’m slanging cocaine, | 
| I called the plug and I went straight to the pot, | 
| I did a dounut when I left out the lot, | 
| I’m in Margielas that ain’t I rock, | 
| I’m blowing money, I ain’t never gone stop | 
| Hook: | 
| 1500 for some Masion Margielas | 
| FreeBand Gang, we the new rocs-fella, | 
| You started making million now they think you worship the devil, | 
| We keep it pimpin give a bitch to my brother | 
| So you to struggle when you come from the gutta, | 
| I love to shine cuz these stones of rosetta, | 
| You keep it quiet and they think you the devil, | 
| I’m clean, fresh as hell, | 
| put em all together I’m Larry byrd, Kobe, MJ, | 
| I’ma ball forever and the way a nigga hustle, | 
| It’s like I got a vendetta, it’s so many shooters in my circle, | 
| They ready to get cream, I gotta let fly off, | 
| Got that baking soda, you use to let it fly off and go | 
| And shoot up a house, I burn the tores off the whip, | 
| I’m at the gate letting it snart, with all these diamonds on my wrist | 
| And I am swagging them out it, | 
| Ain’t enough amount of money to make me change whe I’m from, | 
| I take a half a fucking pound and turn it right in my lungs, | 
| I’m moving on and nothing but Louie Vuiton, sippin that main train. | 
| Like it’s Don Pierre awn, Future | 
| Hook: | 
| 1500 for some Masion Margielas | 
| FreeBand Gang, we the new rocs-fella, | 
| You started making million now they think you worship the devil, | 
| We keep it pimpin give a bitch to my brother | 
| So use to struggle when you come from the gutta, | 
| I love to shine cuz these stones of rosetta, | 
| You keep it quiet and they think you the devil, | 
| 25 thousand on some Masion Margielas! | 
| We go to magic and we go to magic and we changing |