Dom Corleo – IDK (feat Highway) [Dir. by @DotComNirvan] Lyrics
[Intro]
(My boy Henney, what’s up? Nigga, I know you in here)
(808 Mafia)
[Chorus: Dom Corleo]
Told her I’ma go shopping, blow a bag on myself
Please don’t ask me what it’s costing, I don’t even know myself
I bought it, I ain’t had no option, I gotta go get fly as hell
Put it on now I’m flyer than ever, yeah, Maison Margiela the stepper
Put that shit on and it’s wet like umbrella
Pick her up and she wet like umbrella
Dropped the ho off, I don’t know what to tell her
Walk in the bank and I’m cool with the teller
I got a T on my bag and that’s Teflar
And I know what up so I’ma go far
I got my money and I went far
Rock out a show, bitch, I’ma go hard
Got a G on me and that’s for Goyard
[Verse 1: Dom Corleo]
Yeah, Goyard bag, rocking them Goyard tags
Double B I took the Goyard back
Ksubi jeans without the Saks Fifth tag
‘Cause I bought it at Neiman’s
Bitch, I’m so cold like anemic
Told that bitch that I love her with no feeling
Showed her I’m off of the drugs when I’m feeling
Huh, huh, huh, bitch, I feel like money, huh, I feel like hundreds, huh
Man, I feel that coming, huh, feel that money
Told the bad bitch I feel like money
Told the ho she ain’t getting none from me
Told the ho she ain’t getting none dummy
Yeah, I’m popping my shit, going dummy
[Verse 2: Highway]
I’m geeking up, I’m going junky (I’m geeking up, I’m going junky)
My thot, she wanna pay some to touch me
Flawless set diamonds my earring, I had to go bust out my racks
I’m tired of rocking the Rick, I’m stocking that shit, bitch, just fuck all that shit
My clothes so tight, [?]
We know you won’t bust, boy, tuck in your shit
You on the bus and I’m vrooming with this shit
I know you rhyming but we doing this shit
Gone off the geek looking stupid as shit
Jump in the crowd for amusement and shit (Yeah, you know that I did)
Addicted to drugs, money, and sex (And sex)
This money, it get a bitch wet
Ain’t nothing, I told the bitch, “Yeah”
So sorry, I had a bitch, yeah
I’m so up, not average
I’m smoking your boy, not passing him
We did a lil’ thing on the camera
I made that bitch sing like [?]
[Chorus: Dom Corleo]
Told her I’ma go shopping, blow a bag on myself
Please don’t ask me what it’s costing, I don’t even know myself
I bought it, I ain’t had no option, I gotta go get fly as hell
Put it on now I’m flyer than ever, yeah, Maison Margiela the stepper
Put that shit on and it’s wet like umbrella
Pick her up and she wet like umbrella
Dropped the ho off, I don’t know what to tell her
Walk in the bank and I’m cool with the teller
I got a T on my bag and that’s Teflar
And I know what up so I’ma go far
I got my money and I went far
Rock out a show, bitch, I’ma go hard
Got a G on me and that’s for Goyard
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