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