Louis Vuitton (feat. Nasaan)
Louis Vuitton on my backpack (Backpack)
I just left the bank, where the cash at? (Cash at)
Upgraded my rank, where the stats at? (Stats at)
You can catch me posted where the racks at
Keep a couple straps where the stash at
Run up on us, we gon' turn you a hashtag, yeah
Holdin' on to the past but we past that, yeah
You holdin' on to the past but we past that, yeah
Runnin' around, runnin' around, baby
You turn me up, you drivin' me crazy
Drugs in my body, I'm feelin' faded
Act like you love me, baby, just say it
Drinkin' my cup, I don't need no chaser
I just wanna save her, she want me to chase her
Different colored women callin' me from different places (Yeah)
Different colored money comin' in, it look like flavors (Yeah)
My new bitch Aquarius, I love her 'cause she dangerous (Ha)
Cut that nigga off 'cause he too soft, he got to face it (Damn)
I just put some za inside this raw, I'm finna face it (Yeah)
Draco with a scalpel, we gon' give that boy a facelift (Ha)
He won't see me comin', we gon' hit him in his eyelid
All my shit designer, my new RUINED. tee, designed it
She gon' try to hide her heart, I promise, I'm gon' find it
If you lovin' how I do it, baby, tell me that you like it
My new girl a pretty ting, I flew her from the islands
Dirty drank inside my cup, I made a dirty whine in it
All the clothes customized, funded and consignment
If you're broke, do somethin' about it, stop whinin'
Runnin' around, runnin' around, baby
You turn me up, you drivin' me crazy
Drugs in my body, I'm feelin' faded
Act like you love me, baby, just say it
Runnin' around, runnin' around, baby
You turn me up, you drivin' me crazy
Drugs in my body, I'm feelin' faded
Act like you love me, baby, just say it
Ayy, my gang cutthroat, I don't need a razor
She let me fuck, I did her a favor
Baddie in this club, turn a nigga to a savior (Savior)
Said I hit her friend and she got mad but I forgave her (Forgave her)
Went to live this chasing, a true story
All black like patiance in this bitch house like Cory
Rolex on my wrist, a condo with two stories
Mask on, nigga gory like I'm Vorhees
Chopper on me, I'm lethal, 'nother champion [?]
My left ring exotic then she lick water on my finger now
Got twenty, that ho thirty, he talk dirty, leave him bleedin' out
My guys sippin' dirty by the liter like it's legal now
Not a druggie like an activist
I'ma on top the rope, fuck your opinion, I ain't after it
Hoes treat me like Jesus way back home like I'm from Nazareth
I make her toast a glass to this
In Saint Laurent, I'll still treat a bad bitch like she average (Hey)
Louis Vuitton on my backpack (On my backpack)
I just left the bank, where the cash at? (Where the cash at?)
Upgraded my rank, where the stats at? (Where the stats at?)
You can catch me posted where the racks at (Where the racks at at)
Keep a couple straps where the stash at, yeah (Where the stash at)
Run up on us, we gon' turn you a hashtag, yeah (Hashtag, yeah)
Holdin' on to the past but we past that, yeah (Past that, yeah)
You holdin' on to the past but we past that
Runnin' around, runnin' around, baby
You turn me up, you drivin' me crazy
Drugs in my body, I'm feelin' faded
Act like you love me, baby, just say it
Runnin' around, runnin' around, baby
You turn me up, you drivin' me crazy
Drugs in my body, I'm feelin' faded
Act like you love me, baby, just say it
I just left the bank, where the cash at? (Cash at)
Upgraded my rank, where the stats at? (Stats at)
You can catch me posted where the racks at
Keep a couple straps where the stash at
Run up on us, we gon' turn you a hashtag, yeah
Holdin' on to the past but we past that, yeah
You holdin' on to the past but we past that, yeah
Runnin' around, runnin' around, baby
You turn me up, you drivin' me crazy
Drugs in my body, I'm feelin' faded
Act like you love me, baby, just say it
Drinkin' my cup, I don't need no chaser
I just wanna save her, she want me to chase her
Different colored women callin' me from different places (Yeah)
Different colored money comin' in, it look like flavors (Yeah)
My new bitch Aquarius, I love her 'cause she dangerous (Ha)
Cut that nigga off 'cause he too soft, he got to face it (Damn)
I just put some za inside this raw, I'm finna face it (Yeah)
Draco with a scalpel, we gon' give that boy a facelift (Ha)
He won't see me comin', we gon' hit him in his eyelid
All my shit designer, my new RUINED. tee, designed it
She gon' try to hide her heart, I promise, I'm gon' find it
If you lovin' how I do it, baby, tell me that you like it
My new girl a pretty ting, I flew her from the islands
Dirty drank inside my cup, I made a dirty whine in it
All the clothes customized, funded and consignment
If you're broke, do somethin' about it, stop whinin'
Runnin' around, runnin' around, baby
You turn me up, you drivin' me crazy
Drugs in my body, I'm feelin' faded
Act like you love me, baby, just say it
Runnin' around, runnin' around, baby
You turn me up, you drivin' me crazy
Drugs in my body, I'm feelin' faded
Act like you love me, baby, just say it
Ayy, my gang cutthroat, I don't need a razor
She let me fuck, I did her a favor
Baddie in this club, turn a nigga to a savior (Savior)
Said I hit her friend and she got mad but I forgave her (Forgave her)
Went to live this chasing, a true story
All black like patiance in this bitch house like Cory
Rolex on my wrist, a condo with two stories
Mask on, nigga gory like I'm Vorhees
Chopper on me, I'm lethal, 'nother champion [?]
My left ring exotic then she lick water on my finger now
Got twenty, that ho thirty, he talk dirty, leave him bleedin' out
My guys sippin' dirty by the liter like it's legal now
Not a druggie like an activist
I'ma on top the rope, fuck your opinion, I ain't after it
Hoes treat me like Jesus way back home like I'm from Nazareth
I make her toast a glass to this
In Saint Laurent, I'll still treat a bad bitch like she average (Hey)
Louis Vuitton on my backpack (On my backpack)
I just left the bank, where the cash at? (Where the cash at?)
Upgraded my rank, where the stats at? (Where the stats at?)
You can catch me posted where the racks at (Where the racks at at)
Keep a couple straps where the stash at, yeah (Where the stash at)
Run up on us, we gon' turn you a hashtag, yeah (Hashtag, yeah)
Holdin' on to the past but we past that, yeah (Past that, yeah)
You holdin' on to the past but we past that
Runnin' around, runnin' around, baby
You turn me up, you drivin' me crazy
Drugs in my body, I'm feelin' faded
Act like you love me, baby, just say it
Runnin' around, runnin' around, baby
You turn me up, you drivin' me crazy
Drugs in my body, I'm feelin' faded
Act like you love me, baby, just say it
Credits
Writer(s): Amir Benjamin
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