Dom Corleo - Trip 2 Saks lyrics
Dominic Anthony Paoletti
[Dom Corleo - Trip 2 Saks lyrics]
Yuh, yuh a hunnid on me, I'm rockin' Moncler
I'm walkin' with bad bitches and they stare
I just been ballin' like Rudy Gobert
He talkin' 'bout me but I do not care
If we run the game then I don't play fair
Hop in the coupe, hop in the McLaren, yuh
Aye hatin' on me, why you mad?
I got a Glock with a mag
Run up on me then it's bad
I could never go out sad
Yuh, I hop in the Lexus then go get my bands
Bitch, why you mad? I'm not even your mans
I'm not your mans
So you cannot hop in my Benz
You fuckin' with top tiers so you
Better run while you can
Yuh, I'm smokin' on dope, lil bitch
I be smokin' on thrax, yuh
Come hop in the back, we
Takin' a trip to Saks, yuh
Designer all over my fit
And I'm with a big titty bitch
I lay her down and give her dick
Yeah, I got a Glock on my hip
I'm smokin' the pack, the zip
I'm sippin' on Activist
I really been on my shit
So that's why they talkin' shit
I guess it all makes sense
I never really had friends
Like Uzi my friends are dead
I really never gave a damn
She askin' me what I want, well
I guess I want love i don't wanna fuck
I just wanna feel your touch
I just want love, I want someone
I don't wanna fuck but we can still fuck
Can you come over, hop in my Benz truck?
I just want you and I can't get enough
Oh, no, don't go oh, no, oh, no
No, no, oh, no
I'm at Saks Fifth and I'm with your hoe
(With your bitch I'm at Saks Fifth)
Yeah, I got some racks, I got
A glocky in the back, bitch
I'm with your bitch and we at Saks Fifth
I'm up in the store, I'm up in the Saks Fifth
Yeah I got a Glock, uh, and I got a bag
Bitch
You run up on me, uh, then it's fuckin' bad
Bitch
I just wanna fuck, yuh, I blow out your back
Bitch
I'm walkin' with bad bitches and they stare
I just been ballin' like Rudy Gobert
He talkin' 'bout me but I do not care
If we run the game then I don't play fair
Hop in the coupe, hop in the McLaren, yuh
Aye hatin' on me, why you mad?
I got a Glock with a mag
Run up on me then it's bad
I could never go out sad
Yuh, I hop in the Lexus then go get my bands
Bitch, why you mad? I'm not even your mans
I'm not your mans
So you cannot hop in my Benz
You fuckin' with top tiers so you
Better run while you can
Yuh, I'm smokin' on dope, lil bitch
I be smokin' on thrax, yuh
Come hop in the back, we
Takin' a trip to Saks, yuh
Designer all over my fit
And I'm with a big titty bitch
I lay her down and give her dick
Yeah, I got a Glock on my hip
I'm smokin' the pack, the zip
I'm sippin' on Activist
I really been on my shit
So that's why they talkin' shit
I guess it all makes sense
I never really had friends
Like Uzi my friends are dead
I really never gave a damn
She askin' me what I want, well
I guess I want love i don't wanna fuck
I just wanna feel your touch
I just want love, I want someone
I don't wanna fuck but we can still fuck
Can you come over, hop in my Benz truck?
I just want you and I can't get enough
Oh, no, don't go oh, no, oh, no
No, no, oh, no
I'm at Saks Fifth and I'm with your hoe
(With your bitch I'm at Saks Fifth)
Yeah, I got some racks, I got
A glocky in the back, bitch
I'm with your bitch and we at Saks Fifth
I'm up in the store, I'm up in the Saks Fifth
Yeah I got a Glock, uh, and I got a bag
Bitch
You run up on me, uh, then it's fuckin' bad
Bitch
I just wanna fuck, yuh, I blow out your back
Bitch