Louis V

(Yuh) I put my Louis V on her
(Yuh) I put my check in the bag
(Yuh) I put my Louis V on her
(Yuh) I put my check in the bag

20 hoes in a day, I get checks when I play
Don't text my phone, I get more when I'm gone
I ain't tryna come home, too many bitches I've boned
She give me the top and I dash, got two friends that I smash
Getting drunk in the basement, I'm not feeling my placement
Niggas tryna make statements, leave his ass on the pavement
I stay runnin' from fake niggas, I get pound just from Tom Fillas
Know I'm checkin', I been obsessed
And these women still tryna cuff a nigga
I make bands like you half the nigga
I got plans to move past a nigga
Lookin' around for my thread, I'm the best that you get
Pay attention, my niggas talkin', all my exes be steady stalkin'
Nepean gang til I'm dead and gone, I wanna be like Celine Dion

(Yuh) I put my Louis V on her
(Yuh) I put my check in the bag

Why'd you act like that, why'd you cut your ties like that
Why'd you diss the only nigga that could change you back
I don't fear no wrong, ain't no fuckin' sing along
All the kids that really tryna fuckin' ride along
I'm back, been attack, still I'm takin' the whole pack
Been a freak for the foreign broads, I pull up in that hatchback
Subi gang, you know the kid
Pretty face, yeah you know the kid
All these niggas tryna get the money
I'm just tryna get a monument
I got teens in my apartment, say she likin' my cardigan
We locked down on this gang shit, you ain't takin' no part of it
You ain't watchin no part of it, I been here since the start of it
I been talkin' that cold shit, lookin' back it's just part of it

(Yuh) I put my Louis V on her
(Yuh) I put my check in the bag
(Yuh) I put my Louis V on her
(Yuh) I put my check in the bag

Mans are still running around the city, acting like they, like they run stuff, but man, nobody knows who you are, so you gotta go
Old bitch from the high school, like, you wouldn't let us smash, seen? But now, when you know, mans got her money up, you, you know, you tryna hit us up in the DM, like, you know, you ain't gettin' no dick now bitch, hell yeah



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Writer(s): Dylan Brady, Night Lovell
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