Dior - Intellectual

[Chorus]

I ain't gon' buy you Chanel, I ain't gon' buy you Dior

I cannot fuck with these whores

I can't go back broke no more

Bro' OT serving fiends

Do whatever it takes to get that green

Gotta take that risk, get your girls to scream

Brodie hop out the whip got a chopper with a beam

I know you a eater

Spit fire, put that shit on my nina

No, I'm not from the U.K, but I kick that bitch out like I'm playing FIFA

Just shut up, bitch, go roll my weed, my brothers, we smoking reefa

And she was a Trisha, me never a keepa

I said I'm toxic from the start, I fucked your friend, should've kept

Her

Heard she doing slimy, thinking if I should keep her

Should've kept her, but I'm been doing out Kеisha

Tried to take her out, but should'vе left her in the streets-ah

That's where you belong, I should've never let you fuck with me

Tried to lie to me more than once, I told you, bitch, just keep it a buck with me

I know you feeling so down bad when I made it to the top, and I'm going so far

I always told you where I be, I told you I was gonna be a star

But you doubted me, you was just a clown to me

Don't try pop up at my shows, and say you a fan, surrounding me

Oh Lord, oh God, please take this fake love, keep it from 'round me