Lyrics:
to hide
Until her father found her secret out
Now he flipping out, he kicked her out
She living on her own and it's vicious out
Years go by, now I got
to hide
Until her father found her secret out
Now he flipping out, he kicked her out
She living on her own and it's vicious out
Years go by, now I got
like Lebron
I need it big
Just like I'm Sean
I need it quick
Just like it's Tron
I need a bag
I need the
I need the
I need the
Louis
Louis
Louis
Louis
like "Who that spittin'?" I'm like "It's me"
He's like, "Oh, okay."
Uh, he started talkin' to me on the phone, going back and forth
Just askin' me
I'll tell you... [music]
FATHER: Not like that! Not like that! No, stop it!
SINGING: He's going to tell! He's going to tell!
FATHER: Shut up!
yeah, yeah)
She gotta Gucci fetish
She gotta Louis problem (yeah)
She gotta shoppin' problem (yeah)
That girl's a shopaholic (yeah-yeah)
She gotta
entrancing,
but the dancing was a lamentable mess!"
FIRMIN
"Dear Firmin, just a brief reminder:
my salary has not been paid.
Send it care of the ghost, by
Firmin, just a brief reminder
My salary has not been paid
Send it care of the ghost by return of post
P.T.O.: no one likes a debtor
So it's better if my
Impressionistic ballads feature hooks
Sung by Future
And there's an operatic anthem that
Meek says he likes because it
Reminds him of ancient Rome
"Monster, "
emotional?
Well fuck it, I'm the one to blame then
So earlier I was like, "Where Cass' at?"
CoVID-19, I was tryin' to check his
Temp' before he came in
Niggas
I know she got it
'Cause she lookin' at me like she want it (want it)
She droppin' it low, make me wanna throw some d's on it (hey)
Whatever it is
I know she got it
'Cause she lookin' at me like she want it (want it)
She droppin' it low, make me wanna throw some d's on it (hey)
Whatever it is
wet she could soak a beach towel
But meanwhile, (?) she thought it was a freestyle
Everybody wanna floss like a G now
What about me? Never had
I know she got it
'Cause she lookin' at me like she want it (want it)
She droppin' it low, make me wanna throw some d's on it (hey)
Whatever it is
I know she got it
'Cause she lookin' at me like she want it (want it)
She droppin' it low, make me wanna throw some d's on it (hey)
Whatever it is
Louis, go get it
Loubs with the spikes, she get it
Everything I got, she gettin' it, yeah
Bentley sedan, she get it
Hop out the Benz, she gettin' it
drip, she swag
Never mad, she glad, Louis bag, she in the bag
Look, look
Momma needs some meal money (cash)
Prada bag and heel money
See my ex, he
Louis V bag
My bitch want Louis v bag
She only like expensive tags
Louis V bag
She gon do anything for it cuz she never going out sad
Louis V bag
She
shit whenever there's a camera around
And it's like he say that shit without no hesitation
His friends need to make sure he takin' his medication (help
These pussy niggas be talkin'
I swear to God I'll blast 'em
Show them that I'm forreal, man I be ball
Look at that fake ass chain look like
He got it from
These niggas on me (let's get it), the bitches on me (L's)
Got designer on me, Chilanta on me
I got Gucci on me (got Gucci on me), I got Louis on me
I know she got it ?cause she lookin? at me like she want it
She drop it low, make me wanna throw some d's on it
Whatever it is you can't stop it
I know she got it ?cause she lookin? at me like she want it
She drop it low, make me wanna throw some d's on it
Whatever it is you can't stop it
karats each lobe (by the pair)
Private life, private jets 'round the globe (private life)
Hit a bitch, hit a lick with the 'cho (hey)
Walk it like I
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