Dijonay

I walk into Saks with a bankroll

I got that pole, don't tell nobody though

I ain't gonna let everybody know

Everybody gonna know if I let this bitch blow

I feel that shit fast so I sip drank slow

They copy this shit so I switch up the flow

My partner called my phone, said it's on the floor

Racks on racks, the money keep coming

Having sticks and drums but I don't play percussion

I get high, that smoke ain't nothing

Pull up, hop out, get to bussing

They just move they mouth but I'm saying something

They ain't talking about nothing, I'm talking about something

I'm having them funds, bitch, I keep a gun

And it ain't shit to let that bitch, uh

She trying to, uh, and I just pulled up

Racks in my pants, she trying to hold my jeans up

It's a foreign car every time that you see us

They say that they hate us but really wanna be us

Panoramic roof, I can't drop the top

Model bitch with me, she gon' drop the top

Truth be told I think about Ben Frank a lot

Truth be told I drove that foreign off the lot

These racks realer than these **** and these bitches

This money talking to me, got my fingers itchin'

My Glock talking to me, got my finger itchin'

Ran it up fast, I hate penny pinching

I need a Dijonay, not a penny proud

I'm having them bands on me right now

Still pull up and hop out the cut with that wow

I'm up and it's stuck, it could still go down