IT SA Monday

You n!ggas gotta wait on a Friday to pick up the check
Its a Monday, I throw on the Nike Alyx and pick up the check
Why your b!tch keep on begging for sex?
Im killing you n!ggas, got Bstroy my chest
Maison Margiela, it came with a vest
So many zeroes, it end with an S
Yeah, my hoodie, it made of alpaca
She said what you do? I said, 'Im not a rapper'
Why these n!ggas be beefing? They actors
I count up a milli, you count up a Bachelors
Skrrt off in a Rari, they after us
Hat Kapital, jeans Kapital
She spell my name and its capital
Everything Kapital, we from the capital

Oh
Oh (Woah, woah, woah, woah)
Ooh, oh (Woah, woah, woah, woah)

Yeah, Prada mask thirty first of October
Purple suit, they thought I was the Joker
Me and your b!tch in my crib, she got on my loafers
I told the b!tch, 'I am the owner'
Number (N)ine sweater, I pull in the Rover
Im in this shit, yeah, b!tch we over
I tie up the Rick Owens over my shoulder
Go two hundred, I ran up a check
Hundred K in my lap and you count up a midget
She spin on the dick like a fidget
You n!ggas be talkin, I swear that I live it
I swear that its not rented
Now that I live for the time, yeah, my vision got vivid
I used to hop out the Civic
Now I count five hundred thou in the kitchen

Oh
Oh (Woah, woah, woah, woah)
Ooh, oh (Woah, woah, woah , woah)
Dont lose me (Ooh)
I swear that Im lost in the wind (Ooh)
Dont lose me (Ooh)
I swear that Im lost in the wind (Ooh)
I cant feel myself, I cant feel myself (Ooh-oh-oh)
I cant feel myself, feel like Im over the edge (Oh-oh)
I cant feel myself, I cant feel myself (Oh-oh)
I cant feel