NAV – Dior Runners Lyrics



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[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
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]
Bitch, 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 (Skrrt)
Twenty four inch my wheels, like what’s your kid like?
She tried to snap me, kick her out, she better hitchhike
I got it on my own, I had to get right
Grips on tires burning on the turnpike
She said you’re such a fuckboy, 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



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