TyGlizz - Real Fur Lyrics

Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Just dropped ten racks, real fur on the coat
Hopped out jet lagged, girl on the phone
Ten whole dimes ain't taking one home
Maison Margiela got her goin' dumb
Huh, yeah, I'm ready
Gang go dumb like Ed, Edd n Eddy
Throw you a band 'til it look like confetti
Ho, damn, shit gettin' messy
If you got a problem just send me a message
She give me college in the am like Texas
I pop collars, what the f*ck are you flexin'
Nah I ain't buying none of yo' mentions
She so dry this ho like desert, she said "Ty you making me better"
Shit don't fly with me, I'm petty
I'm too high I popped way too many

Both my pockets on Popeye big
Bitch I'm chillin' with all my friends
I'm on the edge like I'm on the fringe
Loved money and sex since I was like ten
Pull up to Saks and dropped me a bag, I'm outta my mind so give me yo' head
I cannot sign for less than an m, I'm just being honest so don't get offended

Just dropped ten racks, real fur on the coat
Uh, hopped out jet lagged, girl on the phone
Yeah, ten whole dimes ain't taking one home
Huh, Maison Margiela got her goin' dumb
This Maison Margiela got her goin' dumb, Maison Margiela got her goin' dumb
Huh, Maison Margiela got her goin' dumb, Maison Margiela got her goin' dumb

Huh-huh, yeah
Versace cologne, she on that, uh
She want a pic on Kodak, uh
I used to pop out, no wrist, huh, I was still rich before that, yeah
Baby girl I'm still growing, huh
Gt 50, rollin' uh
Shit not sweet, no bullshit, uh
That ho see me glowing, uh
We got some racks to get, I done pulled up geeked on accident
No, no, I cannot pass the bitch
Go Mike Vick, not passin' shit
Buddy, you look mad as shit
Buddy, my ho bad as shit
You not real, ho like a mannequin she got plastic in it, woah
I cannot feel one bad lil' thing and this shit still gettin' tricky, huh
You God's masterpiece, when I'm in this Wraith you match the ceiling
You not starting with me boy you on the bench, you don't have no minutes
Huh, you don't have no minutes

Just dropped ten racks, real fur on the coat
Uh, hopped out jet lagged, girl on the phone
Yeah, ten whole dimes ain't taking one home
Huh, Maison Margiela got her goin' dumb
This Maison Margiela got her goin' dumb, Maison Margiela got her goin' dumb
Huh, Maison Margiela got her goin' dumb, Maison Margiela got her goin' dumb

Huh-huh, yeah
Versace cologne, she on that, uh
She want a pic on Kodak, uh
I used to pop out, no wrist, huh, I was still rich before that-