Saint Laurenttt

[Intro] Woah, woah, woah Woah, woah, woah Woah, woah, woah Woah, woah, woah, woah [Chorus] Cover your feet in Saint Laurent Girl, I'll buy you whatever you want Pockets full of racks, can’t fold them up (Yeah) Pockets full of racks, can't fold them up (Yeah) Girl, it cost a Gucci bag to fill my cup (My cup) I can't text you back, baby girl, I’m stuck (I'm stuck) Pockets full of racks, can't fold them up (Yeah) Pockets full of racks, can't fold them up (Yeah) [Verse 1] Geeked You say I only see you when I'm geeked You laugh 'cause I'm slurrin' when I speak Relax, take this Perky with me Fuck with me, you get a Birky for free Fuck with me, you gotta deal with birds chirpin’ at me Lots of attention when we walk down the street Nothin’ but designer cover your feet I made a lot of money rappin', makin’ beats Say you wanna get some work done, you're perfect to me I get a lot of bags, what's a Birkin to me? I know some people lurkin', they lookin’ for me They just mad they girl had an appointment with me Everywhere I go out, they be pointin' at me Never worry 'bout 'em, ain't important to me Everywhere I go, they know my joint go with me Every day I wear Diors, what's some Jordans to me? [Chorus] Cover your feet in Saint Laurent Girl, I'll buy you whatever you want Pockets full of racks, can't fold them up (Yeah) Pockets full of racks, can't fold them up (Yeah) Girl, it cost a Gucci bag to fill my cup (My cup) I can't text you back, baby girl, I'm stuck (I'm stuck) Pockets full of racks, can't fold them up (Yeah) Pockets full of racks, can't fold them up (Yeah) [Verse 2] Sleep I see you in my dreams when I sleep Your new man dirty hands rubbin' on your feet I bought a lot of shit I let you keep And when it's over nothin' left for me Stab me in the back, I thought you loyal to me Don't know why your temperature be boilin' with me Always yellin', always miss the point when I speak Lately, your decisions disappointin' to me Lately, you been horrible to me I don't care if you're mad, you're still adorable to me Behind on all your bills, that shit affordable to me We could wear designer in the house, come quarantine with me I miss your presence when I got a boring ting with me Lately, all these girls are gettin' annoying to me At first, being with you was enjoying to me Infected with your love, it's like poison to me [Chorus] Cover your feet in Saint Laurent Girl, I'll buy you whatever you want Pockets full of racks, can't fold them up (Yeah) Pockets full of racks, can't fold them up (Yeah) Girl, it cost a Gucci bag to fill my cup (My cup) I can't text you back, baby girl, I'm stuck (I'm stuck) Pockets full of racks, can't fold them up (Yeah) Pockets full of racks, can't fold them up (Yeah)