Текст песни Margins - Grim Ox

Big ol' margins
Hoodie on low, now I feel like I'm artist
I'm move the smartest
Walk in the club, I don't even get carded
Mama look what you started
Up in my city, they know I'm the hardest
Money grow like a garden
Only real ones left, fake people departed
Big ol' margins
Hoodie on low, now I feel like I'm artist
I'm move the smartest
Walk in the club, I don't even get carded
Mama look what you started
Up in my city, they know I'm the hardest
Money grow like a garden
Only real ones left, fake people departed

Pull up to the spot
I got like forty thousand in my pocket, not tryna waste it on every thot
I got a pocket rocket
And I know that the reticle red, that's on every dot
I think I'm Thugger
Thinking different colors 'cause I'm off the green and it get kinda hot
But I keep it sturdy
No time to worry, just know that I'm cooking this shit like a pot

She need to hurry, but don't worry
When we fucking, she tell me, Don't leave
Sipping that dirty, with a .30
And a hunnid racks up in my jeans
We got extended clips right at your dome
Fucking this bitch and she play my song
And I hit her one time, then I'm gone
Lil' shawty, she say that she right, but she wrong

Big ol' margins
Hoodie on low, now I feel like I'm artist
I'm move the smartest
Walk in the club, I don't even get carded
Mama look what you started
Up in my city, they know I'm the hardest
Money grow like a garden
Only real ones left, fake people departed
Big ol' margins
Hoodie on low, now I feel like I'm artist
I'm move the smartest
Walk in the club, I don't even get carded
Mama look what you started
Up in my city, they know I'm the hardest
Money grow like a garden
Only real ones left, fake people departed

Count up the blues, Eternal Atake, um, You Better Move
What do it do? My diamonds wet like I jumped in the pool
I'm in the stu, on that fuck shit that we do not approve
I cannot lose, all I been taking is them W's
Pull up to the Ritz Carlton and on the floor champagne, yeah
Down bad, I was waiting for a blessing, waiting for better days, yeah
Feel like a horse the way that I be coming right outta the gate, yeah
Whipping the Porsche, butterfly doors and the engine, V8, yeah
You knew, I'm like a lion at the zoo
Christian Loub's, red bottoms, I got two
She like the view, saying, baby, you so smooth
They see me on the news like, that used to be my dude

Big ol' margins
Hoodie on low, now I feel like I'm artist
I'm move the smartest
Walk in the club, I don't even get carded
Mama look what you started
Up in my city, they know I'm the hardest
Money grow like a garden
Only real ones left, fake people departed
Big ol' margins
Hoodie on low, now I feel like I'm artist
I'm move the smartest
Walk in the club, I don't even get carded
Mama look what you started
Up in my city, they know I'm the hardest
Money grow like a garden
Only real ones left, fake people departed