Nav - Dior Runners lyrics

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Nav - Dior Runners lyrics

[Chorus: Nav] 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, 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 [Verse 1] b**h, I'm balling, cross you over, hit a floater (Switch) She bust it open, I ain't have to bend her over (Bust it, bust it) I can bet my Urus is 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 [Chorus] 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, 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) [Verse 2] 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 or it's an explosion Foreign fast, put your seatbelt on and sit tight (Skrt) Twenty four inch my wheels, like what's your kid like? She tried to snap me, kick her out, she better hitch hike 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**boy, that you made her turn dyke Flew the batch overseas Step in Dior and Double C's And it feel normal to me [Chorus] 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, I'ma do numbers I 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