Saint Laurenttt

Saint Laurenttt - NAV

Lyrics by：Pro Logic/Wallis Lane/Navraj Goraya/Amir Esmailian

Composed by：Pro Logic/Wallis Lane/Navraj Goraya/Amir Esmailian

Woah woah woah

Woah woah woah

Woah woah woah

Woah woah woah woah

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

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

F**k with me you get a Birky for free

F**k 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

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

Sleep

I see you in my dreams when I sleep

Your new man dirty hands rubbin' on your feet

I bought a lot of s**t 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 s**t 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

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