(Intro)
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Aye Louis aye
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(Verse)
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Who you know hotter than me? Apostrophe
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Walk around the town with money bags like the lottery
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Niggas stealing my swag and I ain¡¯t talkin robbery
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It don¡¯t take a college boy to understand philosophies
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About the game, a bunch of lames
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Broke niggas tryna make a name
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Think he poppin with that money in a chain
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Do not compare us, we are not the same
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Fuck you thought? I gave up on this rap shit
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I took a break to let other niggas practice
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I see you run, I¡¯m bout to overlap it
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They can¡¯t touch your boy, I¡¯m so cactus
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Be circling the globe, no Atlas
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Please do not confuse the lies with the facts bitch
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Touch that hundred racks, waitin for this rap shit
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All these boys talkin money on that little trap shit?
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Stop, I¡¯m a boss, never needed intellect
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I came in the game boy, and I¡¯ve been a threat
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So while you lames talkin I ain¡¯t even finished yet
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We just started cookin, I ain¡¯t eaten dinner yet
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(Verse)
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My chicks, you aint seen these
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My crew naked, that¡¯s green hay
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501 no need crease, stick Denim, dressed to kill
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Mixed niggas no blender
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Pulled a bitch and I send er
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I could really care less, I tell a ho go far like pinder
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Nigga call me Young GI
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Double Z, LE,
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McFly I¡¯m the shit, at least that¡¯s what the bitches be telling me
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They love me cause a nigga so wavy
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Came in and the hoes go crazy
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I don¡¯t see these bitches, I get ghost love like Swayze
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Bad bitch named moly, I just popped 2, my turnup real
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Niggas don¡¯t want no problems, LBR we keep steel
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Got language like fierce ville
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Flight cold like PT
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All black like what it be
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Eat or starve like young me
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Louis got me on the mix
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Reporting live from the rich
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So it¡¯s only right that I do my thing
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Everything is a gang I bang, I¡¯m just gon act a fool again
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Good fly nigga you heard about
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(That¡¯s me) Yea, brother, the word is out
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I¡¯m just a mellow fellow
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I know my bitches is yellow, and they love it when they hear that hello
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(Verse)
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Step out with Louis V, all gold my jewelry
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Broke your bitch¡¯s back with my dick, now she suing me
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Fly nigga who¡¯s cool as me
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All black, I¡¯m cool as you
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Came out that A6, pull up in that spaceship
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My old school, that¡¯s Slick Rick, my bitch bomb like tic tic
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Need there flu, my shoes sick
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I get top like cool whip
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Been broke like 2 bricks
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Who¡¯s that? To the chill
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Flow cold like ice chill, I never change, I¡¯ve been real
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Pull up in that Cadillac, beast knockin like battle cat
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Running lights like the ambulance,
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Might fuck your bitch, you can have her back
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Her ass shake like a avalanche, flip money like acrobats
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I kill shit, where the casket at?
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I still ball with them every set
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Instant yellow but I¡¯m from the take
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Spit fire, who needs a match
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Any flave you want in the Llac
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I stay fly, where the camera at?
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It¡¯s domino and you smoking crack
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Can¡¯t fuck with me and you knowin that
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Runnin shit like a runnin back
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Flow hot, bring the summer back
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(Verse)
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Every day I wake up I¡¯m thankful
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Then I roll over, count a bank roll
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Then I make that bitch grab her ankles
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Getting to the money, do you know the lingo?
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Got killers move when I say so
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I¡¯m in the fast lane, I don¡¯t move slow
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Professional globe trotter
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Talk money? If not don¡¯t holler
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I¡¯m in trus, Pradas
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Getting to the moola, never been a problem
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Your mojo don¡¯t speak
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I rhyme foreign, sittin on butter seats
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It¡¯s a buffet, got all type of beef
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Smoking on the maple leaf, clorazine, we talkin loud
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Bullshit, we cut it down
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Choppa hold a hundred rounds
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Balls to the C Town, meese
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(Verse)
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Hell (wuzzup) goodbye
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I wish a nigga would try to run up on this so called good guy
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I¡¯m good under pressure so I shine like a diamond
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You didn¡¯t get it, you should touch up on your science
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I be passing right by em, if I wanted then I¡¯d buy em
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Prior to these rappin you was a joke, Richard Pryor
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Be niggas be rollin, that¡¯s where all my tiers tired
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You be sippin on that coffee, I mean all you snitches wired
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Yall a bunch of zeros, tell me what you here for
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You should get this yap brain, hop up out them Sears clothes
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I mean fierce is just so fearful
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You ballin and tell me why your pears broke
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If you don¡¯t know by now this is ya boy
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I should call you Mr. Marcus, little fuck boy
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Grow up, don¡¯t you have enough toys?
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We so death, we make too much noise
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Hello, hello, hello, hello
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Will I ever fail? Hell no
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So you can tell them haters hello
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(Hook)
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I heard you got a deal, I tell em hello
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Got these niggas in my grill, I tell em hello
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I heard you got a mill, I tell em hello
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Hello, hello
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Yea, I tell em hello
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They askin bout my fit, I tell em hello
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Where¡¯d you get them kicks, I tell em hello
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I heard they smashed my bitch, we tell em hello
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Hello, hello
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Yea, we tell em hello
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Hello (Remix)
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| Louis V |
