Neiman Marcus

[Hook] X2
Neiman Marcus swag when I'm creeping with my new bitch
And I go hard, I'm a dog, I'm Anubis
And I ain't trying to hear no more excuses
Baby why you act so exclusive?

[Verse 1: Sir Michael]
I'm at the intersection of rich road and broke
Got a power after dollar like that shit is a joke
A little ice around my collarbone like its a fracture
Cell phone calls, gold walls up in the castle, man
The almighty, the omega, the god christ
Always catch me with two women and they both pisces
Live niggas with superior queens (uh-huh)
They both sweeter than bavarian cream
I seen things that'll seem like they out of a dream
Wolverine skin minks and the popular rings
Put the team on your back when you on top of the team
Scuba diving in that rolex aquamarine
They get critical, everything digital, you pitiful
Lambo LM double-oh-two, the original (the original)
The off road kit in to get physical
In the penthouse getting ski'd like a blizzard blew

[Hook] X2

[Verse 2: Sir Michael]
Its a combination of picture painting, gold picture frames, bitches hanging
Around the crib, cooking for a nigga its amazing!
Different races, she black, puerto rican and filipino
She ship the kilos and roll the weed up and cook burritos
We in casino with c-notes sipping on pellegrino
We spot mosquitoes and beetle bugs I gots to spray (i got some cake)
I'm in Brazil at the soccer game
You niggas used to ball like Doctor J
Now you complain and talk about "it's a recession"
I send my blessings, I was down in the devils kitchen cheffin' (cheffin')
In Nieman's talking to the head designer
The baking soda on the stove let me set the timer
And let it whip it's just a flick of the wrist
And let me just remind ya
Niggas kill niggas for wet vagina
I'm on an ocean liner fishing for Yellowtail and Barramundi
Spend 100 on a pair of undies

[Hook] X2