Usher Margiela
[Intro]
Margiela
[Verse 1]
My thief in the night, so sweet the way you like
Those dollar signs in your eyes
Stop actin' so shy
[Chorus]
Come and get your money
Come get it, come get it, come get it
What your friends tell ya about me?
You won't need the NFL, yeah
You want that NBA check
Pop somethin' at Coachella
Margiela
Oh, you want that old me
But right now, kinda feelin' like Pimp C
I can't help with you
Just paid it, shit's a couple coupes and I'm over you
When old love turns jealous
My new love is overzealous
I'm in the middle, Margiela
[Verse 1]
Jump in the wagon
Over here floatin' like Aladdin
She rubbin' on me wishin' for shit she gotta have
Thick lips, that black magic
Hop in this thing, swerving
In and outta my lane
Get a grip, that's what I'm doing
Feel her up, that's what I'm doing
Steering wheel at the same time
At twenty-four with low mileage
She talkin' that rockstar shit
She talkin' that bad bitch
You ain't shit, she say, "You ain't either"
What if I told the world? She said, "Who'd believe ya?"
[Chorus]
Come and get your money
Come get it, come get it, come get it
What your friends tell ya about me?
You won't need the NFL, yeah
You want that NBA check
Pop somethin' at Coachella
Margiela
Oh, you want that old me
But right now, kinda feelin' like Pimp C
I can't help with you
Just paid it, shit's a couple coupes and I'm over you
When old love turns jealous
My new love is overzealous
I'm in the middle, Margiela
[Verse 2]
She's tryna make things right
She's pulling me back in, pulling me back
And my new girl keep asking 'bout us
And I'm like, "You don't wanna know"
But girl, she had to, won't let it go
Can't leave the past right there
And get that ass over here, in the air, right here
Let me put this picture in your perfect frame
Come make me fall in love again
I swore that we would never change
But while I'm f..ckin' you, all I f..ckin' see is her face
Get a grip, that's what I'm doing
Paint her lips, that's what I'm doing
When I left her, I swear that I'd be fine
Now I can't seem to find my mind
Now you both see the dark nigga in me
All I see is fog from the Remy
I can't
You thought I should have cared more
I could say the same
I could lay the blame on you
But there's only one thing a rich nigga can do
[Chorus]
Come and get your money (Oh)
Come get it, come get it, come get it
What your friends tell ya about me?
You won't need the NFL, yeah
You want that NBA check
Pop somethin' at Coachella (Oh-woah)
Margiela
Oh, you want that old me
But right now, kinda feelin' like Pimp C
I can't help with you
Just paid it, shit's a couple coupes and I'm over you
When old love turns jealous
My new love is overzealous
I'm in the middle, Margiela
I'm in the middle
[Outro]
You need me to love you
All in, you love me
You want it [?]
Find any way to behave
Now that I'm not there no more
She's tryna make things right, yeah
She's pulling me back in, pulling me back in