Christian Dior

[Intro]
Yung Brando, bitch

[Pre-Chorus]
I wanna play so I be in the sky
He say he get money, I know he a lie
I am the king, you call me ally
I'm dressed in Dior, nigga, cover my spine
They lookin' at me me, man I think he a spy
I just want the blunts, so you know that I'm high
[?] couple runs, just look in my eyes, ha

[Chorus]
And my bestfriend, he is Christian Dior
No bitching with you, but I know this shit boring
I can't take a ho, so we fuck in a Porsche
I'm ballin', my nigga, man, what is the score?
And you don't know me you thought I was a [?]
I come with yo' ho 'cause she got me Dior
I'm in a trap, like I'm explorin' (Plugg)

[Verse 1]
You with yo' bitch, [?], bet man I'm a [?]
I play with your ho, nigga sound like a toy
Yeah I'm Christian Dior
[?] just like a sore
Thеy stop on the talking, get hit like a [toy?]
And hе steady watching me, sound like a [toy?]
Remember I was broke, I had racks on the floor
Then she is sweet, she wear Gucci Couture
I go to the mall, I don't shop in the store
[Thought?] yo bitch she so wet, if she ride me like a coy
I can't take a ho, so we fuck in a Porsche
Don't worry about it, its a big body Porsche
My bitch so dead that she showin' her organs
Been so down man, you know it's imported
Count be bad, bih, you know that's a [unforested?]

[Pre-Chorus]
I wanna play so I be in the sky
He say he get money, I know he a lie
I am the king, you call me ally
I'm dressed in Dior, nigga, cover my spine
They lookin' at me me, man I think he a spy
I just want the blunts, so you know that I'm high
[?] couple runs, just look in my eyes, ha

[Chorus]
And my bestfriend, he is Christian Dior
No bitching with you, but I know this shit boring
I can't take a ho, so we fuck in a Porsche
I'm ballin', my nigga, man, what is the score?
And you don't know me you thought I was a [?]
I come with yo' ho 'cause she got me Dior
I'm in a trap, like I'm explorin' (Plugg)

[Verse 2]
Like I'm explorin'
I keep your ho around, but she annoyin'
I'm passing rocks, right through yo door
I'm getting stacks, so I can afford it
She told me to stop, 'cause she can't keep goin'
[?] give me top, your bitch keep going
I get yo ass out the way in the morning
Thought we met, you boring
I'm smokin' uh, it fuck up my lung
I was down bad, I just look at the sun
I look for the money, I'm ready to run
Don't fuck with me, I count money for fun
I been doin' shit nigga, can't tell me nun'
I'm here talking nigga, son like a bum
She give me top nigga, sound like a [bans?]
You do what you can and I do what I want, ha

[Pre-Chorus]
I wanna play so I be in the sky
He say he get money, I know he a lie
I am the king, you call me ally
I'm dressed in Dior, nigga, cover my spine
They lookin' at me me, man I think he a spy
I just want the blunts, so you know that I'm high
[?] couple runs, just look in my eyes, ha

[Chorus]
And my bestfriend, he is Christian Dior
No bitching with you, but I know this shit boring
I can't take a ho, so we fuck in a Porsche
I'm ballin', my nigga, man, what is the score?
And you don't know me you thought I was a [?]
I come with yo' ho 'cause she got me Dior
I'm in a trap, like I'm explorin'

[Outro]
Yung Brando, bitch
Xool on the beat, boy