Lyrics Vallie Mode - Dom Vallie

Uh
This shit put me in a good mood
New ting and Asian spice so I'm eating good soup
Ask me if I'd kill for her, she don't know what I've been through
My day whip a lease but my night whip a rental (Skrrrr)
I'm out in Bali eating scallops
She only 5'3" but she ride it like a stallion
My ex-girl made me way too tired of Italian
You do what you can do, I just do what I imagine
Eww (uh)
Vallie going drip mode
Creasing my Balenci's, when I'm on your block, I tiptoe
Only makin' vibes, might as well call me Cisco
You gonna call her all night nigga, I just call her nympho (Oops)
She said, "Look at what you've done to me"
I know we in love but you ain't been makin' love to me
She hate when I do drugs, so I put molly in my bubbly
Sunnies in the club, know my eyes wildin' underneath
Girl, know my closet got some skeletons
Wrists got a skeleton, dripped with the elegance
Told you boys I'd been a boss since I was on Eglinton
I need all my chips with some dip, for the hell of it
Wait, uh
You get that shit?
Bottle half gone but you know I ain't no pessimist
No, you can't belittle me, my flow is too benevolent
So come up with these riddles, nigga, have to be on Ritalin
Get the job done and I ain't ever been a middleman
Molly in my Minute Maid, getting played
You just gettin' high, I been gettin' high and gettin' paid
To send me the beat, I send it back, that shit disintegrate
Young Vallie degenerate, it's just always been this way
Ion ever change unless I have a kid that hit the grave
Niggas say the most and I'm still sayin' what they didn't say
Let me drive the boat because D- O- fuckin' -M has been away
Better mind your business
'Cause my wrist could take your kids away (Ice)
Talking mob ties, of course (of course)
We goin' all night, of course (of course)
I spend one night at resorts (of course)
You boutta hit mission, abort (yeah)
I'm sippin' Sangria sittin' court side
Never had a feature 'cause I never need a co-sign
Told her this the pool, baby thought it was the coastline
Niggas set trippin' playin' both sides
Know I keep a clip just like a bow tie
Labels bring my name up like, "Dom Vallie, he a gold mine
Oh my god, he's so fire, spit just like a four-five"
ACP, you was my son, I taught you ABC's
This was off the dome, you cannot play with me, bitch