Louis on That Girl

Lyrics

[Intro] 808 Mafia 1-0-1-7 Got that boy Pyrex in this motherfucker Shawty Paid [Verse 1] Posted like a baseball player, on base 'til my weed gone Pistol grip, this not a taser, if I pass back, I'm on a caper Down ass bitch, I might just date ya, girl, come help me count this paper Trap activator, known to go get it, no, I don't ask for paper Mob shit, stackin' these millions, the type to whack a hater Pull up in the hood, drop the drugs off, get it off, 1017, servin' fiends, now they peelin' off Let shots off, I'm a boss, I'ma buy it all Bags in the loft, what it cost? Come and get it all Call me Jackie Frost, new diamonds, got 'em all Drugs on the plane, tell a young nigga send 'em off Saks Fifth shit in this bitch and I got my stick First in love with a ten and it got a kick Backend at the door, no time for a beggar bitch Louis V fits, since a jit, I been gettin' it Wipin' niggas down, we yell "Slime", yeah, we with it It's my time, checkered down, no kiddin' (Damn) [Chorus] Louis on that girl So shiny, try to touch a chain, I dare Might blind ya, four-five at your ear Them dope boy Nikes, every pair 100K, I got it near Upgrade my wrist, start switchin' gears A drip down felon on the Lear These rappers pussy, sweet as deer Louis on that girl So shiny, try to touch a chain, I dare Might blind ya, four-five at your ear Them dope boy Nikes, every pair 100K, I got it near Upgrade my wrist, start switchin' gears A drip down felon on the Lear These rappers pussy, sweet as deer [Verse 2] Walked in here, 100K and it's near Narcotics on me, got some dope in here Came out flee, Louis coat in here No flodgin' in me, take your ho in here I'm the type of guy, standin' in the kitchen, never scrapin' sides, play with my money, then it's gon' be a homicide AIn't shit funny, hit his ass with a number 9 Pull up on a horse, you would think I'm from wintertime Didn't watch TV, I was outside watchin' crime Chopper goin' off, bitch sound like a drum line Break a nigga jaw, got the load and it's all raw Me and my dawgs sellin' Os, give me your paw Saks Fifth clothes, if I go, bet I won't fold Nigga bought a feature, shit, I'm high, it was all blow AMG, that's what I chose and it's sittin' low Me and my woe at your door, where the damn guap? Balmain, Dior, fuck that, what you talkin' 'bout? Whippin' up the G, sellin' grams at my mom's house New V on the street, I'm on E, finna run out Nuttin' on my sheets ,how I make the freak come out Got rich in a week, homie got shot, he'll creep Finna put diamonds in my teeth So many cops, they done broke the leash Forgiatos, got a whole damn fleet [Chorus] Louis on that girl So shiny, try to touch a chain, I dare Might blind ya, four-five at your ear Them dope boy Nikes, every pair 100K, I got it near Upgrade my wrist, start switchin' gears A drip down felon on the Lear These rappers pussy, sweet as deer Louis on that girl So shiny, try to touch a chain, I dare Might blind ya, four-five at your ear Them dope boy Nikes, every pair 100K, I got it near Upgrade my wrist, start switchin' gears A drip down felon on the Lear These rappers pussy, sweet as deer