Dom Corleo - IDGT lyrics
Dominic Anthony Paoletti
[Dom Corleo - IDGT lyrics]
Um, uh, uh damn, Callan, you gettin' guap
Money on my mind
Had to chase a bag really on my grind
Hoes on my dick, I don't got no time
Rockin' G-Star wit' that number nine, yeah
Real runner, I be runnin' wit' my slimes
Back of the coupe
I be smokin' on that strong
Sippin' on that juice, I be feelin' divine
Bitch call my phone, I'ma hit decline
Pussy ass boy, you be goin' out the saddest
Look at all this money on me
You can't have it
Told your ass once, you don't want no static
Glocky on my hip, it's gon' get to blastin'
(You can't be a runner, bruh) no you can't
Surreal, Fourhunnid I ain't forget
About my gang i'm in love wit' the money
That's why I'm tryna get the fame
Hopin' one day evеrybody know my name
Can't let nobody 2Pac me if you in my way
Guaranteed you ain't gon' stop mе
Can't trust a soul
They gon' fold like Origami
I'm wit' my lil' Asian bitch
And we eatin' Teriyaki
Yeah, we be sippin' on that Sake
Two seater coupe, we ain't ridin' in no Audi
Got some money show my moms like
Look you won't believe it i'm eatin'
'Bout to buy a crib for the weekend
Bad bitch and that hoe Puerto Rican
Feel like LeBron 'cause I'm
Ballin' every season i been tryna get a bag
And I do it for a reason
Tryna see my brothers and
My whole family eatin'
Like "Oh, I gotta go"
Been told your ass that I'm way too alone
Like "Ohoho", like "Ohohoho", yeah
Money on my mind
Had to chase a bag really on my grind
Hoes on my dick, I don't got no time
Rockin' G-Star wit' that number nine, yeah
Real runner, I be runnin' wit' my slimes
Back of the coupe
I be smokin' on that strong
Sippin' on that juice, I be feelin' divine
Bitch call my phone, I'ma hit decline
Money on my mind
Had to chase a bag really on my grind
Hoes on my dick, I don't got no time
Rockin' G-Star wit' that number nine, yeah
Real runner, I be runnin' wit' my slimes
Back of the coupe
I be smokin' on that strong
Sippin' on that juice, I be feelin' divine
Bitch call my phone, I'ma hit decline
Pussy ass boy, you be goin' out the saddest
Look at all this money on me
You can't have it
Told your ass once, you don't want no static
Glocky on my hip, it's gon' get to blastin'
(You can't be a runner, bruh) no you can't
Surreal, Fourhunnid I ain't forget
About my gang i'm in love wit' the money
That's why I'm tryna get the fame
Hopin' one day evеrybody know my name
Can't let nobody 2Pac me if you in my way
Guaranteed you ain't gon' stop mе
Can't trust a soul
They gon' fold like Origami
I'm wit' my lil' Asian bitch
And we eatin' Teriyaki
Yeah, we be sippin' on that Sake
Two seater coupe, we ain't ridin' in no Audi
Got some money show my moms like
Look you won't believe it i'm eatin'
'Bout to buy a crib for the weekend
Bad bitch and that hoe Puerto Rican
Feel like LeBron 'cause I'm
Ballin' every season i been tryna get a bag
And I do it for a reason
Tryna see my brothers and
My whole family eatin'
Like "Oh, I gotta go"
Been told your ass that I'm way too alone
Like "Ohoho", like "Ohohoho", yeah
Money on my mind
Had to chase a bag really on my grind
Hoes on my dick, I don't got no time
Rockin' G-Star wit' that number nine, yeah
Real runner, I be runnin' wit' my slimes
Back of the coupe
I be smokin' on that strong
Sippin' on that juice, I be feelin' divine
Bitch call my phone, I'ma hit decline