Christian Dior ft. TBN_PAPPY Lyrics

Christian Dior sto' I need a little mo'(yea)

I remember all the times I was down bad and broke(yea)

I remember all the times these bitches took as a joke(yea)

Now these bitches dip at me like I am artichoke(yea)

Yea I'm poppin'(yea)

I'm a kingpin I collect the wins(yea)

Know that I collect the sins I want to see my dad again(yea)

Now that he is gone i'm gone be cocky(not humble)

None of you hatin' ass niggas is gone stop me(no trouble)

Pussy ass nigga

I came a long way

Havin' hella motion yea the King be havin' long days

Countin' hella money yea I'm Jay z and Beyoncé

Christian Dior on my body to go to the bank

Christian Dior on my body to go make a play

Havin' hella ways and I'm down to take yo bitch

And I'm feelin' kinda dazed on this journey to get rich

And I'm feelin' kinda blazed while I'm puffin' on this zip

And you know I'm hella paid Christian Dior on my list

Christian Dior sto' I need a little mo'(yea)

I remember all the times I was down bad and broke(yea)

I remember all the times these bitches took as a joke(yea)

Now these bitches dip at me like I am artichoke(yea)

I remember all you pussy niggas capping in yo rap

Never seen you inna trap but now somehow you serving packs

I'm the king of holding grudges I'm not giving niggas dap

I need twenty for the bow if I don't know you getting taxed

Told my bro to hold me back these niggas think I only rap

Why would I ever beef with bitches toat extensions get a nigga clapped

Chasing all these riches counting digits out the derrière

I told her imma cheat and you cannot she told me that ain't fair

Old bitch ass pussy ass fuck nigga

Smoking on this cookie got some ash up on my com hearts

Lil' bro put a switch up on the Glock sound like a could start

Can not show these bitches love because I got cold heart

Posted on my block with big extensions like the purge started

Think a nigga might get paid off rapping cuz my words art

Like my bitches with a lot of hair and a curved part

Drape the bitch in Prada that's my sweetie that's my pop tart

Pull off onna police do a high speed in a golf cart

I really do this shit nigga, come on

Christian Dior sto' I need a little mo'(yea)

I remember all the times I was down bad and broke(yea)

I remember all the times these bitches took as a joke(yea)

Now these bitches dip at me like I am artichoke(yea)

Yea I'm poppin'(yea)

I'm a kingpin I collect the wins(yea)

Know that I collect the sins I want to see my dad again(yea)

Now that he is gone i'm gone be cocky(not humble)

None of you hatin' ass niggas is gone stop me(no trouble)

Pussy ass nigga