NAV - Saint Laurenttt lyrics

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
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?

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 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

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)