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Lyrics by：Navraj Goraya/Sugar-Ray Henry/Jordan Bacchus/Danny Schofield/Mohkom Singh Bhangal

Composed by：Navraj Goraya/Sugar-Ray Henry/Jordan Bacchus/Danny Schofield/Mohkom Singh Bhangal

Dior runners

Got a bag made six M's in two summers

Your watch is stupid but my diamonds look dumber

Every time they book me I'ma 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 I'm never playing no persona

Hundred dollar bills and backwoods my aroma

B***h I'm balling cross you over hit a floater

Swish

She bust it open I ain't 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 I'm 'bout

Handle my business kick her out

I'm like a dentist in her mouth

In her mouth

Big bag and three bank accounts

I deposit big amounts

I wear brands I can't pronounce

Paranoid I back out better back out my way

Way

Once I feel disrespected there ain't 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 made six M's in two summers

Your watch is stupid but my diamonds look dumber

Every time they book me I'ma 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 I'm never playing no persona

Hundred dollar bills and backwoods my aroma

Yeah

Getting money now so I don't gotta hold it

Before I leave my house still make sure that it's loaded

Fasho

To getting Benjamin Franklins I'm devoted

I can't fit them in my pocket's on explosion

Foreign fast put your seatbelt on and sit tight

Skrrt

Twenty four inch my wheels like what's your kit 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 you're such a f**kboy that you made her turn dyke

Flew the batch overseas

Step in Dior and Double C's

And it feel normal to me

Dior runners

Got a bag made six M's in two summers

Your watch is stupid but my diamonds look dumber

Every time they book me I'ma 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 I'm never playing no persona

Hundred dollar bills and backwoods my aroma