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