Dior

My bitch she want that new Dior, uh So I might pull up and cop it from the store I'm a boss self-made so that mean I'm getting mine you getting yours I'm paid High like I been on them planes hold up, aye In all black like I'm Blade She be down for the stay Pussy sweet lemonade my Beyoncé Running through the hills getting to the bills my kind of day I'd be lying if I said I got it on my own my nigga every day I pray Off the gas now I elevate Back to back a nigga rolling jays Like my bitches with a pretty face, attitude, nice ass to match the waist This a marathon not a race But we running Running this shit till we stack up a hundred Whatever they doing I already done, done it I'm bringing the flame like it's straight out the oven Can never switch sides I been do or die I ride for my niggas like they was my cousins I'm tryna survive and avoid demise Cause niggas get popped every day by the dozen I need a chick who down by my side and not gon' spit every time When she be sucking No shopping at Ross my shit be Kriss Kross The way every outfit I wear steady jumping My bitch she want that new Dior, uh So I might pull up and cop it from the store I'm a boss self-made so that mean I'm getting mine you getting yours I'm paid High like I been on them planes hold up