[Intro]
(Victim)

[Chorus: Dom Corleo]
Racks on top my bitch, on top my desk
Drac' made that boy sturdy, hit him in the chest
How the fuck you got a [?], ain't got a vest?
How the boys sendin' shots, none of them direct
Spike Lee, white tee, I'ma do it so direct
Thick bitch, bitch bad, got my shit up on erect
New cash, new bag, throw it up like a set
In the back, Maybach, thumbin' through another check

[Verse 1: Dom Corleo]
Bitch, I'm the fuckin' flyest hoe in the room
Kid wanna play wit' me, like, boy, I know you too [?]
That chop' finna pick him up, went pass the roof, way out the room
Five star eats when I go to the town, I'ma go and get some, buy some Nobu
Poppin' the Glock, got a switch on this bitch, I'ma fry that boy up like a toaster
I'm pushin' thе kick on way too fast, I'on think it's goin' any slower
It's a five star bitch, givin' dome in thе back and I told her, "Don't go any slower"

[Verse 2: clip]
I know that I make these bitches sing (Uh)
She leanin' off the Molly and the Tris (Uh)
I told them n***as, "I wanna be rich" (Uh)
If I had a dick, I will pull it out and piss on 'em
I done shit it on them
I got my pockets super flownin', I done spent a couple
Racks on simple shit, it don't matter though 'cause
I'ma make it quick
I'm just startin' bitch
I'on give a fuck
I'on give a fuck 'bout shit
I want a bag
I want a bag, [?]
I'm gettin' racks
I'm gettin' racks, can you see?
Yeah, you mad
Yeah, you mad
[Chorus: Dom Corleo]
Racks on top my bitch, on top my desk
Drac' made that boy sturdy, hit him in the chest
How the fuck you got a [?], ain't got a vest?
How the boys sendin' shots, none of them direct
Spike Lee, white tee, I'ma do it so direct
Thick bitch, bitch bad, got my shit up on erect
New cash, new bag, throw it up like a set
In the back, Maybach, thumbin' through another check