it's a monday

You n!ggas gotta wait on a Friday to pick up the check
It's a Monday, I throw on the Nike Alyx and pick up the check
Why your b!tch keep on begging for sex?
I'm 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, "I'm not a rapper"
Why these n!ggas be beefing? They actors
I count up a milli', you count up a Bachelor's
Skrrt off in a 'Rari, they after us
Hat Kapital, jeans Kapital
She spell my name and it's 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
I'm 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 it's 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)
Don't lose me (Ooh)
I swear that I'm lost in the wind (Ooh)
Don't lose me (Ooh)
I swear that I'm lost in the wind (Ooh)
I can't feel myself, I can't feel myself (Ooh-oh-oh)
I can't feel myself, feel like I'm over the edge (Oh-oh)
I can't feel myself, I can't feel myself (Oh-oh)
I can't feel