LOUVRE
Oh, yeah
Big bloods, huh (yeah), thinkin' back to bein' bool, yeah (yeah)
My bitch, she pretty bad, and she came with attitude, huh (yeah)
Paris, France, I'ma take her straight to the Louvre, uh (yeah)
All this cash, yeah, just been tryna switch my mood up (yeah)
I bought her brand-new bags, yeah
A different color, different mood (uh-huh)
Bought her a brand-new ass, yeah
I'm tryna see it shake and move (uh-huh)
I spent a nigga rent, huh, on a pair of tennis shoes (uh)
Mama say I'm ignorant, huh, 'cause get money all I do (uh-uh)
I've been poppin' shit, huh, yeah, that's really all I do (uh-huh)
I ain't playin' witcha, try this shit, I walk in with the Uzi (oh, no)
I ain't playin' witcha, I'ma blow this bitch you make another move
I got different types of hoes, different races, they all cool (yeah)
They tryna come fuck with the top floor boss
And make a porno' movie (yeah)
My diamonds wet, wet, wet, just like a jacuzzi (wet)
And she wet, wet, wet, wet, wet, pussy droolin' (wet)
Oh, yeah (yeah)
Big bloods, huh (yeah), thinkin' back to bein' bool, yeah (yeah)
My bitch, she pretty bad, and she came with attitude, huh (yeah)
Paris, France, I'ma take her straight to the Louvre, uh (yeah)
All this cash, yeah, just been tryna switch my mood up (yeah)
I bought her brand-new bags, yeah
A different color, different mood (uh-huh)
Bought her a brand-new ass, yeah
I'm tryna see it shake and move (uh-huh)
I spent a nigga rent, huh, on a pair of tennis shoes (uh)
I ain't really understand what they say
These niggas can't talk, they don't do what I do (oh, yeah)
Huh, I gotta watch what I tell these hoes
'Cause they all tryna stalk my moves
Look like I stepped in shit
And she tryna wipe it right off my shoes (yeah)
I put Demna all on my feet, yeah, my hat made by him too
Uh-uh, she like, "What's in the bag?"
Cool hundred thousand, yeah, straight cash
Yeah, we in the Lamb' chopped truck
And we ain't tryna race no Jag' (yeah, uh)
Yeah, if I'm in the big black truck
Then I'm rollin' up 'thrax in the back (yeah, uh)
If I'm gon' hit that slut
Then I'm breakin' her in, breakin' her back (uh)
Uh, if I'm gon' do that show
Need a big bag, gainin' them racks (yeah)
Yeah, I'm the top floor boss
Real snake, hell nah, I can't fuck with no rats (oh, yeah)
Yeah, I'm the top floor boss
Real bat, hell nah, I can't fuck with no rats (uh)
If I fuck that ho and send her off
I bet that she come back (uh, yeah)
Big bloods, huh (yeah), thinkin' back to bein' bool, yeah (yeah)
My bitch, she pretty bad, and she came with attitude, huh (yeah)
Paris, France, I'ma take her straight to the Louvre, uh (yeah)
All this cash, yeah, just been tryna switch my mood up (yeah)
I bought her brand-new bags, yeah
A different color, different mood (uh-huh)
Bought her a brand-new ass, yeah
I'm tryna see it shake and move (uh-huh)
I spent a nigga rent, huh, on a pair of tennis shoes (uh)
Mama say I'm ignorant, huh, 'cause get money all I do (uh-uh)
I've been poppin' shit, huh, yeah, that's really all I do (uh-huh)
I ain't playin' witcha, try this shit, I walk in with the Uzi (oh, no)
I ain't playin' witcha, I'ma blow this bitch you make another move
I got different types of hoes, different races, they all cool (yeah)
They tryna come fuck with the top floor boss
And make a porno' movie (yeah)
My diamonds wet, wet, wet, just like a jacuzzi (wet)
And she wet, wet, wet, wet, wet, pussy droolin' (wet)
Oh, yeah (yeah)
Big bloods, huh (yeah), thinkin' back to bein' bool, yeah (yeah)
My bitch, she pretty bad, and she came with attitude, huh (yeah)
Paris, France, I'ma take her straight to the Louvre, uh (yeah)
All this cash, yeah, just been tryna switch my mood up (yeah)
I bought her brand-new bags, yeah
A different color, different mood (uh-huh)
Bought her a brand-new ass, yeah
I'm tryna see it shake and move (uh-huh)
I spent a nigga rent, huh, on a pair of tennis shoes (uh)
I ain't really understand what they say
These niggas can't talk, they don't do what I do (oh, yeah)
Huh, I gotta watch what I tell these hoes
'Cause they all tryna stalk my moves
Look like I stepped in shit
And she tryna wipe it right off my shoes (yeah)
I put Demna all on my feet, yeah, my hat made by him too
Uh-uh, she like, "What's in the bag?"
Cool hundred thousand, yeah, straight cash
Yeah, we in the Lamb' chopped truck
And we ain't tryna race no Jag' (yeah, uh)
Yeah, if I'm in the big black truck
Then I'm rollin' up 'thrax in the back (yeah, uh)
If I'm gon' hit that slut
Then I'm breakin' her in, breakin' her back (uh)
Uh, if I'm gon' do that show
Need a big bag, gainin' them racks (yeah)
Yeah, I'm the top floor boss
Real snake, hell nah, I can't fuck with no rats (oh, yeah)
Yeah, I'm the top floor boss
Real bat, hell nah, I can't fuck with no rats (uh)
If I fuck that ho and send her off
I bet that she come back (uh, yeah)
Credits
Writer(s): Travis Barker, Bobby Sandimanie Iii, Bryce Frizell, Kerr Corey Emmanuel Ben Job
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