Okok Dom Corleo (Ft. Armani & Summrs)

[Intro: Summrs]
(Ready?)
Yeah, yeah, come on
Come on, yeah, yeah
Yeah, what?

[Verse 1: Summrs]
Okay, okay, these niggas gon' make me rich, yeah
New season Dior drip, yeah, throw it up, blatt, blatt, blick, yeah
My niggas still crackin' them seals, yeah
Nigga, don't get on the line
I'm sippin' on mo'fuckin' pint, yeah, I'm not even in my prime, yeah
Got the Glock on me, nigga, don't even try it, yeah, yeah
Top model bitch, say she really love my diamonds, yeah, yeah
Call up a PJ, we in the air, we flyin', yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Hop on the mic', don't say anything, I ain't tryin', yeah, yeah
Givin' a keys to the Benz, she gon' take it for a spin, yeah, yeah, yeah
Look at my statements see how much I spent, yeah
Prada shoes on me and they cost more than yo' rent, lil' boy (Nigga, don't get on the line)

[Bridge: Dom Corleo]
Woah, yeah
Yeah

[Verse 2: Dom Corleo]
She keep sayin' I'm the best out
Started fuckin' with lil' Dom, that lil' ho came around and got blessed now
Yeah, please don't play with the gang, lil' bro, .45 blow your guts out (Yeah)
Want smoke then it's up now, pull up, why you stuck now? (Now)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Woah, woah)
I'm in a fast car, no rentin'
If you ain't tryna cop a feat' then stop talkin', bro, yeah, I get it
Still trippin' on them Percs, got a lil' plug, get 'em already (Get 'em already)
Just got a new piece, [?], let's hit it (Let's go)