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Dior runners
Got a bag that says sums in two summers
Your watch is stupid but my diamonds look dumber
Every time they book me, Ima do numbers
Might buy a wraith and chop the top off for the summer
Might take his top off, got the chopper, doing numbers
I graduated out the trap, got my diploma
Always be myself, Im never playing no persona
Hundred dollar bills and backwoods, my aroma

Bitch, Im balling, cross you over, hit a floater Swish
She bust it open, I aint have to bend her over Bust it, bust it
I can bet my Urus faster than your Rover
I can bet your favorite rapper is a poser
Handling business what Im bout
Handle my business, kick her out
Im like a dentist in her mouth In her mouth
Big bag and three bank accounts
I deposit big amounts
I wear brands I cant pronounce
Paranoid, I back out, better back out my way Way
Once I feel disrespected, there aint nothing to say Say
I can make some money doing nothing today
Dressed her up in Maison, diamonds wrap up my bae

Dior runners
Got a bag that says sum in two summers
Your watch is stupid but my diamonds look dumber
Every time they book me, Ima do numbers
Might buy a wraith and chop the top off for the summer
Might take his top off, got the chopper, doing numbers
I graduated out the trap, got my diploma Yeah
Always be myself, Im never playing no persona
Hundred dollar bills and backwoods, my aroma Yeah

Getting money now, so I dont gotta hold it
Before I leave my house, still make sure that its loaded Fasho
To getting Benjamin Franklins, Im devoted
I cant fit them in my pockets on explosion
Foreign fast, put your seatbelt on and sit tight Skrrt
Twenty four inch my wheels, like whats your kid like?
She tried to snap me, kick her out, she better hitchhike
I got it on my own, I had to get right
Grips on tires burning on the turnpike
She said youre such a fuckboy, that you made her turn dyke
Flew the batch overseas
Step in Dior and Double Cs
And it feel normal to me

Dior runners
Got a bag that says sums in two summers
Your watch is stupid but my diamonds look dumber
Every time they book me, Ima do numbers
Might buy a wraith and chop the top off for the summer
Might take his top off, got the chopper, doing numbers
I graduated out the trap, got my diploma
Always be myself, Im never playing no persona
Hundred dollar bills and backwoods, my aroma

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