Horses lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah (Sky is my hero)
I said yeah

[Chorus]
Christian Dior, yuh
Cannot be yours
My b*tch rockin' that Neff
She don't rock Michael Kors
Bands on me of course, yeah
And I dropped outta my courses
And the coupe came with horses, yeah

[Verse 1]
And my b*tch got endorsements
We don't f*ck with 12
f*ck the enforcements
My n*gga just bought him a Benz
I'm proud of you lil' Ben
Yeah, I really thought I quit the xans, yeah
She just wanna chill with us so she could tell her friends
I just f*cked a bad b*tch and I put Kan on her friend
My granny just called me, she like, "DJ, how you been?"
I was like, "Girl I'm running it up and it can't get no better than this"
She like "Boy all you gotta do is keep God first and you gon' win"
I was high as f*ck last night can't tell you how much I spent
I'ma run it up fifty bands and god damn might flood up my wrist
Might run it up five bands and go give that sh*t to my b*tch
I'm like f*ck these n*ggas, can't even see through these Cartier lenses
Tryna flood my wrist, okay, oh yeah, well my lil' sh*t drenched
Physicals just came in Wick, let's go hit Saks Fifth
Physicals just came in Wick, let's go hit Saks Fifth
I was high as f*ck last night can't tell you how much I spent
I just bought Margielas, lil' n*gga I swear I coulda paid your rent
One time in New York I popped a perc' and that sh*t was mixed with fent'
Told myself that I'd never do it again
Look at me now, I'm back on them percs again
[Chorus]
Christian Dior, yuh
Cannot be yours
My b*tch rockin' that Neff
She don't rock Michael Kors
Bands on me of course, yeah
And I dropped outta my courses
And the coupe came with horses, yeah

[Bridge]
And the coupe came with horses, yeah
Don't get extorted
Alex McQueen
We ain't rocking no Jordans
I ain't f*ck with lil' shorty
b*tch was too boring

[Verse 2]
I done f*cked b*tches in every city it feel like I'm touring
Yeah, sh*t getting boring
I just keep on pouring
Said I'm broke that's abhorrent
I just hopped in the coupe and I can't even drive it
Winter season Moncler b*tch, you know that I'm buying
Can't be me lil' n*gga so why you keep trying?
[Chorus]
Christian Dior, yuh
Cannot be yours
My b*tch rockin' that Neff
She don't rock Michael Kors
Bands on me of course, yeh
And I dropped outta my courses
And the coupe came with horses, yeh