CR2 RUNITUP - Saks Fifth Ave

Bros clothes
Saks fifth already know
Cr2 what's the word
Bitch don't ask me where I'm from
Bitch I'm from Saks Fifth Avenue
Put my phone on dnd
Don't want to talk
I'm mad at u
And even tho I'm mad I'm still at saks finna spend a bag for you
I'm mad but I still spend money on my bitch
Thats what that bag a do
Take a picture with me
Don't give a fuck
I'm still not tagging you
Spending this shit is none to me
And I ain't even trying to brag to u
Took his bitch
I got on expensive shit
That's what that cash a do
I had a bitch to come over
And suck the love up that I had for you
Man I need a bad bitch
Thick shit
Instagram model bitch
I like my dick sucked in a different way
I need you to swallow shit
Baby drac
This bitch like a midget
Horn swagel shit
I got a million dollars worth of raps
Gillie and Wallo shit
I need m's off this rapping shit
Look like the lotto hit
Who want smoke with Foenem
All shells get his taco lit
You say you a bottle girl right
Come get this bottle lit
Aw she think she me or sum
Bitch must think I'm Nardo Wick
I need a bitch with all white veneers like Mulatto shit
Somebody tell a bad bitch hit my dm
I need some model shit
And that bitch got five seconds to follow me back or I unfollow shit
Hello
Hello where you at
Shit I'm at Saks Fifth right now
Aw is you finna get me something
Cause yo ass always going down to saks
Buying yo ass something and you never get me shit
Imma go find me another nigga with longer bag than you
And then you gone be looking at me like Im fucking crazy
Shit do what you got to do shit
Boy what the fuck you mean
Hello
Hello
Bitch I'm from Saks Fifth ave
Neiman Marcus across the street
Walk in that bitch like I want all lavins
Them my favorite sneaks
Bitch want me to take her shopping
I might do
She my favorite eat
I need a expensive bitch
Nah for real I can't stand a bitch thats cheap
Rich as shit
Ballin like a motherfucker
We like twenty deep
Shopping but we ain't never lackin
Its a button on every heat
Ecstasy been fucking with my stomach
I ain't ate in weeks
I be hesitating on sending songs cause my shit my get leaked
I can fuck on any bitch I want to and I ain't even peep
I can fuck on any hoe I want to and I ain't even at my peak
This ain't even my first time
I fuck up Saks like every week
Bitch I'm CR2 aka Mr. Murder every beat
Cr2 aka Mr. Put that shit on every week
Dolce Gabbana pajamas
I even put that shit on in my sleep
I put that shit on everyday from my head to my fucking feet
Bitch don't ask me where I'm from
Bitch I'm from Saks Fifth Avenue
Put my phone on dnd
Don't want to talk
I'm mad at u
And even tho I'm mad I'm still at saks finna spend a bag for you
I'm mad but I still spend money on my bitch
Thats what that bag a do
Take a picture with me
Don't give a fuck
I'm still not tagging you
Spending this shit is none to me
And I ain't even trying to brag to u
Took his bitch
I got on expensive shit
That's what that cash a do
I had a bitch to come over
And suck the love up that I had for you

Written by:
Chris Russell Jr, Darius Davis

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