​desk lyrics

[Intro]
(Victim)

[Chorus: Dom Corleo]
Racks on top my b*tch, on top my desk
Drac' made that boy sturdy, hit him in the chest
How the f*ck 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 b*tch, b*tch bad, got my sh*t 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]
b*tch, I'm the f*ckin' 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 b*tch, 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 b*tch, givin' dome in thе back and I told her, "Don't go any slower"

[Verse 2: clip]
I know that I make these b*tches sing (Uh)
She leanin' off the Molly and the Tris (Uh)
I told them n*ggas, "I wanna be rich" (Uh)
If I had a di*k, I will pull it out and p*ss on 'em
I done sh*t it on them
I got my pockets super flownin', I done spent a couple
Racks on simple sh*t, it don't matter though 'cause
I'ma make it quick
I'm just startin' b*tch
I'on give a f*ck
I'on give a f*ck 'bout sh*t
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 b*tch, on top my desk
Drac' made that boy sturdy, hit him in the chest
How the f*ck 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 b*tch, b*tch bad, got my sh*t up on erect
New cash, new bag, throw it up like a set
In the back, Maybach, thumbin' through another check