DRAM – Check Ya Fabrics

I only have eyes on my clothes
Anyways, we walked up in the chicken joint

I got Fear of God, I got Prada
I brush and roll, brush and roll
I got [?] in the front
I love my clothes like I love my girl that I hold close at night
I was at the shipyard [?]
Why the fuck is he doin’ that shit? You don’t know what happened next
Tell Fatima that my sneaker that I paid too much from Neiman’s…
People come inside, they be lookin’ like, "what’s that, bruh?"
Yeah the chicken spot up in the city
Might be somethin’, ill happened
Moved [?] pain involved
Blue faces, blue faces, I got…
And nigga stepped up on your Nikes, they ones
Two options, but I keep the ones in
I got the Prada belt with the fur
I got the Fendi belt

[?] change your ways, nigga, hell no
And my only first time puttin’ these mothafuckas on
I got so many clothes in there it’ll make you lose your mind
Studs in the front, what?
Jersey City spot is right outside New York City
Thinkin’ that I’m just a superstar, so well known
I only have eyes for my clothes
Them shits is good, your gold is glowin’, nigga, you got it
Nigga you know I got it
Where they’re tryna get a little cheaper, but it’s gritty
You know that they ’bout to take 1/6th of that
Keep going, it sounded great!
I got that corduroy as well, yeah, yeah
"Bae, that’s the boy that did that song, that one song
Yo, I had walked up in the…
Grab out your phone and look at your fabrics
[?] fuck up off you
You gon’ have this to know that [?]
gotta flow, gotta flow Gotta…
I got new shit, got the Common Projects for the basic
In their shell toes
I’m addicted to wearin’ ’em at my shows, dawg
I got suitcases and suitcases and shoelaces upon shoelaces
The next song is gon’ make you think about your one
I got Gucci on, I got Balenciaga, but they did me wrong

Because it gets hype
I was with my lil’ bitty, with my lil’ bitty
That "I be on that fuck shit," they sing along
That brush and roll
Them shits is good, your juice is glowin’, nigga, you got it
I got rent on, I got all that shit, bitch I’m famous
And that girl tapped her man like
Sometimes I don’t wanna have these fuckin’ people out here
ooh, ooh I got the Gu…
That I don’t know how to walk like people walked back in the days
Yo, what happened to this shit, ho?
I’m waitin’ for I can get my discount on
From my mama like it was lunch, made, lunch, made
I don’t know it though, I roll down the window like what’s up?

Sometimes that shit [?] problems"
I only wear [?] clothes
yeah, yeah I got the…
Remember when I used to eat them made sandwiches
All times of the day, I be in the house fresh like
Oh, Uncle Sam
I was just tryna make music to make the people do it
12 dollars [?] 12 fucks, that’s right before the tax
I got [?]
Them Fresh Wipes, you know you can’t even get the scuff up off them
But I was like I seen the pain, but just stay at home
Gotta go, gotta go
Dammit, bruh, dammit, bruh, dammit, bruh
Even if you’re still lookin’ for that very one
With the little studs on the side
The one our kids like, the one that niggas fight up in the club
I was tryna go out, tryna be my own
Wearin’ ’em out every time I step out, wearin’ it
The next song is gon’ make you feel like a ray of sun
I seen somebody gettin’ moved to my fuckin’ music
I’m waitin’, man, I’m addicted to these clothes, dawg
Them ones you just got yesterday, them new Air Force Ones
I only have eyes for my fabrics