D.R.A.M. - Check Ya Fabrics lyrics

[Intro] Yo, what happened to this sh**, ho? Keep going, it sounded great! Tell Fatima that my sneaker that I paid too much from Neiman's... Gotta... gotta flow, gotta flow Gotta go, gotta go And my only first time puttin' these mothaf**as on I only have eyes on my clothes I love my clothes like I love my girl that I hold close at night I got so many clothes in there it'll make you lose your mind I got suitcases and suitcases and shoelaces upon shoelaces Two options, but I keep the ones in Blue faces, blue faces, I got... I got Fear of God, I got Prada I got Gucci on, I got Balenciaga, but they did me wrong I'm waitin' for I can get my discount on I'm waitin', man, I'm addicted to these clothes, dawg I'm addicted to wearin' 'em at my shows, dawg Wearin' 'em out every time I step out, wearin' it All times of the day, I be in the house fresh like Why the f** is he doin' that sh**? You don't know what happened next Might be somethin', ill happened Grab out your phone and look at your fabrics Them sh**s is good, your gold is glowin', n***a, you got it Them sh**s is good, your juice is glowin', n***a, you got it Dammit, bruh, dammit, bruh Remember when I used to eat them made sandwiches From my mama like it was lunch, made, lunch, made I was at the shipyard [?] I brush and roll, brush and roll That brush and roll 12 dollars [?] 12 f**s, that's right before the tax You know that they 'bout to take 1/6th of that Oh, Uncle Sam I only have eyes for my clothes I only have eyes for my fabrics I only wear [?] clothes n***a you know I got it I got the Fendi belt I got the Gu... ooh, ooh I got the Prada belt with the fur I got the... yeah, yeah I got that corduroy as well, yeah, yeah With the little studs on the side Studs in the front, what? I got [?] I got [?] in the front I got new sh**, got the Common Projects for the basic I got rent on, I got all that sh**, b**h I'm famous I don't know it though, I roll down the window like what's up? People come inside, they be lookin' like, "what's that, bruh?" Yo, I had walked up in the... Yeah the chicken spot up in the city Jersey City spot is right outside New York City Where they're tryna get a little cheaper, but it's gritty I was with my lil' bitty, with my lil' bitty I was tryna go out, tryna be my own Sometimes I don't wanna have these f**in' people out here Thinkin' that I'm just a superstar, so well known That I don't know how to walk like people walked back in the days In their shell toes [?] change your ways, n***a, hell no Anyways, we walked up in the chicken joint And that girl tapped her man like "Bae, that's the boy that did that song, that one song That "I be on that f** sh**," they sing along The one our kids like, the one that n***as fight up in the club Because it gets hype And n***a stepped up on your Nikes, they ones Them ones you just got yesterday, them new Air Force Ones Them Fresh Wipes, you know you can't even get the scuff up off them [?] f** up off you Sometimes that sh** [?] problems" I was just tryna make music to make the people do it I seen somebody gettin' moved to my f**in' music Moved [?] pain involved But I was like I seen the pain, but just stay at home The next song is gon' make you feel like a ray of sun The next song is gon' make you think about your one Even if you're still lookin' for that very one You gon' have this to know that [?]