Dior

Uh, uh, uh

Mama, I'm snorting this till I sleep in a cell
Motherfucker, I'm tryna dress like Gabriel Held
The Dior, Prince, the fur, the whole gang of birds
Flip open my sidekick like: What's the word?
Big glass in the limo in case the thing pop
I'm worried 'bout nothing except for my Ring Pop
No bra, no panties, been heavy since thirteen
Real heavy, so heavy, I'm makin' the floor scream
And I bounce up and down on that low-low shit
In the 562, on my coke ho shit
Rocking nothin' but mink now, tits out, no doubt
Ugly-dressed bitches stay talking 'bout clout
What's that about? Bitch, I'm thinkin' of cock
Chain smokin' in the Hummer, wonder what I should rock
Is it the low-key miniskirt and sweater?
Or maybe it's the leather? I don't care about the weather
Bitch, I rock