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Playboi Carti - Margiela Roof Lyrics

[Intro: Swaghollywood & Playboi Carti]
(K-Naan got the dope)
Uh, yeah (Skrrt-skrrt, let's go, let's go)
(CaptainCrunch presents)
(Skrrt-skrrt-skrrt)
Uh, yeah, yeah (Skrrt-skrrt, what? Ooh, what?)
Ooh, ooh, ooh (What? What?)
Ooh (Ayy)
Yeah, yeah (Ayy)

[Chorus: Swaghollywood & Playboi Carti]
I had a dream last night (Ayy)
I Margiela my roof (Yeah)
I Margiela my roof (Shit)
I Margiela my roof (Ayy)
Baby girl hop in my coupe (Yeah)
I cannot fuck with no swoop (Yeah)
Don't need a shoota I shoot (Yeah)
Baby girl came to my home (Yeah)
She just want all of my loot (Yeah)
I put the stars in my roof (Yeah)
I put the stars in my roof (Yeah)
I put the stars in my roof (Yeah)
I put the stars in my roof (Yeah, yeah)
I Margiela my roof (Yeah)
I Margiela my roof (Yeah)
I Margiela my roof (Yeah)
I Margiela my roof (Yeah, yeah)
[Verse 1: Swaghollywood & Playboi Carti]
I put the stars in my roof (Let's go!, Yeah)
Baby, can't fuck with no swoop (Yeah)
Lil Swag, you know I'm the truth (Yeah)
I just be smokin' the boof (What, Yeah)
Jit all up in the back (Yeah)
I only said I pour the stacks (Yeah)
Baby girl, you are so wack (Yeah)
Stackin' my money, get it back, okay (Yeah)
I just count my bankroll (Yeah)
All my shows so swole (Yeah)
Swoo gang Vlone (Yeah)
Pussy niggas trying to get my glow, ayy (Yeah)
Ayy, I just want my money, you can go, woah (Yeah)
They said Li' Swag is a ho' (Shit)
Baby girl, yeah, I'm a ho' (Damn)

[Verse 2: Playboi Carti, Swaghollywood & Both]
Passin' lil Carti that ho, ooh (Lil Carti)
Passin' lil Carti the ho, ooh (Let's go, lil Carti)
Fuckin' your bitch on the couch, ooh (Yeah)
Fuckin' your bitch on the floor, yeah
Fuckin' your bitch on the floor, uh, yeah (Uh, yeah)
I'm fuckin' your bitch on the floor
She know how it go, yeah (What?)
Fuck with my flow (Yeah)
Fuck with my gang on the low, ooh (What?)
Ayy, come get your ho (Yeah)
Diamonds, they wet on my throat, uh (Throat, yeah)
Ayy, all on her throat (Her throat)
Might just go fuck on your bitch (What?)
Might just go hit on a lick (Yeah)
Might just go hit up the Saks (Yeah)
Might just go hit up the Phipps, yeah
Fendi, Dior on the tag (Tag, tag)
I just be poppin' the tags (Tags)
Walk in, we poppin' them bands, ooh (Bands)
And I got guap in my bag, ooh (Bag)
Ooh, ooh (What? What?)
And I got guap in my bag (Bag, what? What? What?)
Yeah (What?)
Yeah (What? Woah, what?)
[Chorus: Swaghollywood & Playboi Carti]
I had a dream last night (Yeah)
I Margiela my roof (Ayy)
I Margiela my roof (Yeah)
I Margiela my roof (Yeah)
Baby girl hop in my coupe (Yeah)
I cannot fuck with no swoop (Yeah)
Don't need a shoota I shoot (Yeah)
Baby girl came to my home (Yeah)
She just want all of my loot (Yeah, yeah)
I put the stars in my roof (Yeah)
I put the stars in my roof (Yeah)
I put the stars in my roof (Yeah)
I put the stars in my roof (Yeah, yeah)
I Margiela my roof (Let's go)
I Margiela my roof (My roof)
I Margiela my roof (My roof)
I Margiela my roof (Roof)