作曲 : Karim Kharbouch
Life ain't regular, the new 20-20 Hugh Hefner
In the future like a Jetson, hover scooters like a Vespa
Gotta guess, please attest, ask no questions (Woo)
I'ma hit it, I'ma kill it (Yeah), R.I.P., laid out on stretcher (Woo, woo)
Uh, eat the vegetable (Woo, woo)
Eco-friendly, might invest into a Tesla (Brr)
Let it register (Woo, woo, woo, woo, woo)
Shit get spooky, word to Smooky MarGielaa (Baow, baow)

MarGielaa, man, I ain't with that chit chat (Woo)
Forty chains on my neck, milli' where my wrist at
Couple goons with the tool (Ha), when we pull up, get back (Huh)
Got a lame nigga callin' (Huh), 'cause he want his bitch back (Woo)
Damn (Brr)

Run up on, I'ma give it right back (Woo, brr)
Three foreigns parked up, boy, you can't afford that (Baow)
Got some boomin', in Margiela's, five racks plus tax (Yeah)
Fake niggas always lookin', why they get they movin' like that? (Yeah)
Ayy, skrrt off with your shorty in a beamer (Yeah)
Say you lookin' for her, I ain't never see her (Yeah, woah)
Came from duckin' felonies and misdemeanors (Woo, woo)
Ain't wanna see us cappin', down in big arenas (Woo, woo)
I'm big great, but I got an old demeanor (Woo)
They wrong though, 'cause you know I keep my nina (Woo)
Haters always hatin', get no money, they can't keep up (Woo)
Stay up out my business, you should go and get your green up (Woo)

MarGielaa man, I ain't with that chit chat (Woo)
Forty chains on my neck, milli' where my wrist at (Ha)
Couple goons with the tool, when we pull up, get back (Montana)
Got a lame nigga callin', 'cause he want his bitch back (Haan)
Damn

Eight row road chain, on body beamers (Skrrt)
South Bronx, Mona Lisa, anybody seen her (Woo)
Montana, man, whip it up before I get back (Yeah)
Got a thing with me, wanna ****? No chit chat (Haan)
Two-hundred bands, AP, baguette, wrist wrap (Woo, woo, woo)
Yeah, taliban, rack top, niggas big cap (Woo, woo, brr)
Yeah, marchin' band, hundred rounds hangin' off the chopper (Woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, brr)
2020 done, yeah, I another opp up (Haan)
Word to them crabs on the island eatin' lobster (Woo)
Straight to the back, she hold my dick like an Oscar (Ah)
Wait 'til you see it from the photo (Photo)
Shooter with me, ridin' with a sawed off (Sawed off, baow)
I'll never do my dawg like Manolo (Manolo)
Paparazzi pay a hunnid bands for the photo
I was spinnin' block, blow the top off your coupe
Montega man, MarGielaa man what it do?

MarGielaa man, I ain't with that chit chat
Forty chains on my neck, milli' where my wrist at
Couple goons with the tool, when we pull up, get back
Got a lame nigga callin', 'cause he want his bitch back
Damn