me Pop 1 bottle, pop 2, bottles pop 3 4, 5, 6, chicks in tha V.I.P., 7, 8, 9, naw, they all dimes O.G. Louis frames match my Louis kicks on my fifth
that mean?) Get rid of that Coach bag! And listen, I ain't trying to throw jabs (Damn!) Why you gettin so mad?! Only one that deal with Cam' is a queen Louis
y'all keep hating on me and my crew Yo I'm saying Q.B Look at them and look at you If I was you I'd hate me too Louis Vuitton shoes and a whole lot
weed is gone nothing but ashes, (ashes) The DJ plays the hottest new songs and all the classics (classics) Girl I must have been fooled by my sunglasses (glasses
ten glocks, ten rotts up in front of me Like they sprayin' sumin', like they sayin' sumin' I gets my bark on like I'm DMX or somethin' My reach is like Louis
right Yo I just made this motherfucker up last night And uhh I'm the rookie on this all-star team Me and Kim is gettin cream, like Thelma and Louise
lab Now I'm hot damn like a ????? I'm flip it backwards for you flow snatchers Blast ya'll When I ask Nina playin fast ball Crash yall Glass jaw Mad
lick Nigga, we don't run we attack 'em Then you can't splack 'em Nigga outta line so we had to subtract 'em We keep it real, while ya'll counterfeit Throw a glass
for a lick Nigga, we dont run we attack em Then you can't splack em Nigga outta line so we had to subtract em We keep it real, while ya'll counterfeit Throw a glass
) You've never been so high Kiss the ground goodbye And you say, damn, baby, how did you get that fly? Flight school I got the airplane passes, the Aviator glasses
Dickie's when I corner hang I love to sip champagne, funny ass names Ladies love to see me Gucci or many of poochie Love to see me in the gazelles to King Louis
made this motherfucker up last night And uhh... I'm the rookie on this all-star team Me and Kim is gettin cream, like Thelma and Louise but on chrome
mourn, pray Get your name etched in stones with your born day Small talk over a glass of Grand Marnier As I sip from the glass, my mind starts packing this Louis
Bobby, gave Whitney a rock but it wasn't no ring (Drinks Party) And I'm a keep at 'em, crossing my fingers as Eve Says, keep at 'em, I'm going down on Louise
girlfriend, louise, who'd get lit and tell us all "go to hell" then he'd get liquored up and throw me his keys and yell "drive" with him and louise in
ice dangle Colorful thin's, full beams, no illusions V V S clean gleam, no inclusions Glamorous with the gangsta twist Gucci on the hip, butta Lucci on the wrists And we off glass
Icy blue rocks on my arm, I shop at Milan for Louis Vuitton The diamond diva Ms. Cinderella, Versace gown by Donnatella And can't none of these hoes out
the freaks out night to the early morn Blue motherfuckers done got me gone And we ain't leavin' till I get some I got my records, I got my own taste Shoes Louis