Dior Blanket
Dior Blanket, Dior Blanket, yeah, let's go, Dior Blanket, yeah, uh, uh, Dior Blanket
Dior Blanket, yeah, Dior Blanket, around my neck, pussy you cannot forget, first day
In the hills, I flew a private jet, I need a million dollar check, can't live with that
Hoe cause all she bring is stress, got the monkey beatin' on my chest, I work on the
Daily, I need me some rest, give me the money from behind the desk, you know that I can't
Forget about that drum, you step out of line, you gettin' left slumped, I got a Glock with
A switch that go dumb, she treasure me like a king give her a son, I got the water drippin
From my wrist, I'm losin' my mind, I'm stuck in the abyss, Dior Blanket, Dior Blanket
Dior Blanket, Dior Blanket, I'm really just doin' this shit for fun, got the Smith
And Wesson, better run, stand on money, bitch, I weigh a ton, got a beam with a big
Fuckin' drum, I got that drip around my fuckin' neck, wrapped in my Dior Blanket, I forget
At home with the Ralph Lauren, I'm a wreck, I cannot be outside with no fuckin' tech
All I ever wanted was a digits, told her open her legs, I'm a food critic, only way to win
The game need to trick it, we spent on his top like a fuckin' fidget, silencer on the Glock
We leavin' crickets, you did not win over me cause I rigged it, Dior Blanket, Dior
Blanket, Dior Blanket, Dior Blanket
Dior Blanket, yeah, Dior Blanket, around my neck, pussy you cannot forget, first day
In the hills, I flew a private jet, I need a million dollar check, can't live with that
Hoe cause all she bring is stress, got the monkey beatin' on my chest, I work on the
Daily, I need me some rest, give me the money from behind the desk, you know that I can't
Forget about that drum, you step out of line, you gettin' left slumped, I got a Glock with
A switch that go dumb, she treasure me like a king give her a son, I got the water drippin
From my wrist, I'm losin' my mind, I'm stuck in the abyss, Dior Blanket, Dior Blanket
Dior Blanket, Dior Blanket, I'm really just doin' this shit for fun, got the Smith
And Wesson, better run, stand on money, bitch, I weigh a ton, got a beam with a big
Fuckin' drum, I got that drip around my fuckin' neck, wrapped in my Dior Blanket, I forget
At home with the Ralph Lauren, I'm a wreck, I cannot be outside with no fuckin' tech
All I ever wanted was a digits, told her open her legs, I'm a food critic, only way to win
The game need to trick it, we spent on his top like a fuckin' fidget, silencer on the Glock
We leavin' crickets, you did not win over me cause I rigged it, Dior Blanket, Dior
Blanket, Dior Blanket, Dior Blanket
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Writer(s): Omari Sanchez
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