Bin Stylin’

[Hook]
You can't style a stylist, you can't style a stylist
Been told fools when they thought that I was lying
Been styling, hollering
Been told fools when they thought that I was lying

[Bridge]
Y'all be going broke trying to dress rich
Y'all be going broke trying to dress rich

[Verse 1]
Styling, boy
So many kicks that my closet starting to get violent, boy
All my homies riding, boy
Get up in that chin like a violin, boy
Now tell me who's hollering, boy?
Camo with the raw denim
My Margiela's got 'em more jealous
Jordan Fours, I'm all in 'em
Balmain denim, I ball in 'em
I'm fresh to death, I hang my clothes up by the neck
And I wake up trying to get that cake up, homie write that check

[Hook]
You can't style a stylist, you can't style a stylist
Been told fools when they thought that I was lying
Been styling, hollering
Been told fools when they thought that I was lying

[Bridge]
Y'all be going broke trying to dress rich
Y'all be going broke trying to dress rich

[Verse 2]
She said he boyfriend ball, but not like me, boy
Now she all in my ear, your girl a kiloy
Up in the party, all my soldiers deployed
This kid got mills, but I don't come with no free toy
My flow froze as could be, who colder than me?
These Jordans on my feet? They older than me
We the freshest in the building, aren't we, Ray?
Way I throw these punchlines, you would think I drove for RTA

[Hook]
You can't style a stylist, you can't style a stylist
Been told fools when they thought that I was lying
Been styling, hollering
Been told fools when they thought that I was lying

[Verse 3]
They let them loose K's for them cool grays
They'll bust your toupee for them new J's
If that's the case, then I got a morgue up in my closet
My mama talking 'bout some "Boy, you better stop it"
She said "Why you rushing, though? Save your money up!"
I say, "I'm sorry, Ma, but I just bought a ton of stuff"
I just left with a couple k, but came back with a couple bucks
And just last week, I doubled-up, but I don't feel I've done enough
Sneakers? Got a lot of them
Beamers? Yeah, we riding them
750? That push-to-start
We bagging cash, you pushing carts
Ice cream got the kid freeze
And I ball hard, and they cheerleading
Face bang, got the ears ringing
I step in and you can hear 'em screaming
When it comes to this dressing, I can't be messed with
Cause y'all be going broke trying to dress rich