Текст песни Horses - Summrs

Yeah
(Sky is my hero), ayy
I said, yeah

Christian Dior, yeah
Cannot be yours
My bitch rockin' that Neff
She don't rock Michael Kors
Bands on me of course, yeah
And I dropped outta my courses
And the coupe came with horses, yeah

And my bitch got endorsements
We don't fuck with 12
Fuck the enforcements
My nigga just bought him a Benz

I'm proud of you, Lil Ben, yeah
I really thought I quit the Xans, yeah
She just wanna chill with us, so she could tell her friends
I just fucked a bad bitch and I put Kan on her friend

My granny just called me, she like, "DJ, how you been?" Yeah
I was like, "Girl I'm running it up, and it can't get no better than this," yeah
She like, "Boy all you gotta do is keep God first and you gon' win," yeah
I was high as fuck last night, can't tell you how much I spent

I'ma run it up 50 bands, and goddamn might flood up my wrist
Might run it up five bands and go give that shit to my bitch
I'm like, fuck these niggas, can't even see through these Cartier lenses, yeah
Tryna flood my wrist, okay, oh yeah, well my lil' shit drenched

Physicals just came in, Wick, let's go hit Saks Fifth
Physicals just came in, Wick, let's go hit Saks Fifth
I was high as fuck last night, can't tell you how much I spent

I just bought Margielas, lil' nigga I swear I could've paid your rent
One time in New York, I popped a Perc', and that shit was mixed with Fent'
Told myself that I'd never do it again
Look at me now, I'm back on them Percs again

Christian Dior, yeah
Cannot be yours
My bitch rockin' that Neff
She don't rock Michael Kors
Bands on me of course, yeah
And I dropped outta my courses, yeah

And the coupe came with horses, yeah
And the coupe came with horses
Don't get extorted
Alex McQueen
We ain't rockin' no Jordans
I ain't fuck with lil' shorty
Bitch was too boring

I done fucked bitches in every city, it feel like I'm touring
Yeah, shit gettin' boring
I just keep on pourin'
Said I'm broke, that's abhorrent
I just hopped in the coupe and I can't even drive it
Winter season Moncler bitch, you know that I'm buyin'
Can't be me, lil' nigga, so why you keep tryin'?

Christian Dior, yeah
Cannot be yours
My bitch rockin' that Neff
She don't rock Michael Kors
Bands on me of course, yeah
And I dropped outta my courses
And the coupe came with horses (yeah)