Lyrics:
Bout 3 in the morning still pouring up
Shawty sipping something tropical
Fuck with my shirt it's from Nautica
Ignoring her man when he calling her
Astro, yeah
Sun is down, freezin' cold
That's how we already know, winter's here
My dawg would probably do it for a Louis belt
That's just all he
finna bang on me
I got your bitch, she coming over (woo)
She gon' bring her friend too (woo)
They gon' pop and bend it over (woo)
Like that pussy
at me
Ap it’s dancing shining like a chandelier
You say that she yours
But she over here
You say that she yours
But she everywhere
Shorty she going
She
to kill
Louis Vuitton, yeah she suck my
I still won't pay the bills high heels
She would kill to dress like
She was dressed to kill birkin bag
She would
boi, boi, hey, hey)
Okay, now where that alcohol? You ain't even got to ask (ask)
'Cause I'ma drink it all like, like it's my last (okay)
She
boi, boi, hey, hey)
Okay, now where that alcohol? You ain't even got to ask (ask)
'Cause I'ma drink it all like, like it's my last (okay)
She
(okay)
I don't dance (I don't dance) no way (no way)
I just take my Louis rag out and wave it round in the air
Take my Gucci rag out and wave it round in
(okay)
I don't dance (I don't dance) no way (no way)
I just take my Louis rag out and wave it round in the air
Take my Gucci rag out and wave it round in
she want is some heel money
All she need is some bill money
He take his time, he counts it out
I weighs it up, that's real money
Check the neck,
stickin wit me like we velcro
New shoes for my freak cause she helpful
She ain't no fun if she is ghetto
Put her in Louis Vuitton cause she special
New
pull him by the collar, boy, he gonna holler
I be shakin' it for daddy, he want more, more, more
'Cause she shakin' it for daddy (oh)
She shakin' it
mil' so I bought her a Wraith (mwah)
Two shows in a day, brick on the plate
L.A. to the A then it's back to the Bay
Gucci gang, eskimo, froze like
and clean it when she through
Beverly Hills, Rodeo Drive
Balling in Louis like NBA Live
My young nigga, he was with me today
He just beat his case
talk about a young nigga
And I don't understand these bitches
Why they like me
I put it in, now she wanna act so feisty
Now she say she worth it
But she
with this guy.
Both: Because I (he) Love(s) my (his) duck!
Louis: It's time to face the facts -
I think we're all a little stuck
King George: So let
tomorrow like I feel today if I feel tomorrow like I feel today
I'll pack my bag and make my get away
Oh the St Louis woman with those diamond rings
She
the whip and suck dick fine
And when she do 'em both it's
Like we all gettin' spit-shined
Label advance, I flick mine in my sick time
Oh, you gettin' signed?
the dates was the night before he left
Saying that she swears on her life that he's the dad
And its been like a year since her and Kyle had sex
And then
nothing average, expensive
She want it she grab it
Poof
She get it like magic
The money she flip it and stack it
He put diamonds on my neck and on my wrist
to the toe you can tell by the shoes
Money talk you confused
Walk with a stride yeah she like how I move
Bet she like it (Yeah she like it)
Yeah she like it
Amazing Grace
She super anxious waiting for a taste
Papi in the trap like Rob Base
I served my man' uncle raw base
He still feel some typa way to this day
I
what to do, oh, yeah
Baby I don't play no games when I'm in it
I go deep, so deep, girl, I'm swimming
He don't love you like I do, he don't keep it
king got artillery
Thought he was Russian (Grr, bow)
Break it up
Beat it down like it's percussion
Mama couldn't stomach it, need Robitussin
(Yeah)
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