Call Louise Louisa do I assess myself through you Call Louise Louisa do I had such a night come true Overhead Morning skies all for you What a day I
Of the world though, you got my back, right?) Hey, it's whatever shawty, you ain't gotta ask Yes, Valentino blouses, summer houses, cash, check You can get it, you deserve it, flawless diamonds, Louis
Kush rolled, glass full, I prefer the better things Niggas with no money act like money isn't everything I'm having a good time, they just trying to ruin
you live this down, down, down I need more drinks and less lights And that American Apparel girl in just tights She told the director she tryin' to get into school He said take them glasses
fast and die young Live fast and die young Live fast and die young Livin' fast, now it's all in the rags Hard-headed, but my top peelin' back Tinted glass
't no square, he just like to share In love with the tipper throwing hundreds in the air Throw some over here And Louis, drop the Louis, put the Louis
, we can do it up just the two of us me and you shorty, we don't need the crew with us you know my hammalog im the man in charge i like your Louis bag
pinky ring wit da prince's cuts Most of dez cats, they mindless mutts I got some Air Force Ones wit my khaki's on Wit da fresh throwback an' my glasses
when I corner hang I love to sip champangne, funny ass names ladies love to see me Gucci or many of poochie love to see me in the gazelles to King Louis
ghetto Let's roll to Cali where they chief the best 'dro And drive cars so big you can't reach the pedals Never had a glass of purple juice for breakfast
up last night And uhh... I'm the rookie on this all-star team Me and Kim is gettin' cream like Thelma and Louise But on chrome never leave that Brooklyn
' in the mirror, mirror Wake up in the morning and I wash my face Brush my teeth and put my gun on my waist Louis belt: check, Louis shoes: check Car
[Talib Kweli] Yo Dee (What?) Come on (Yeah..) What? What? Come on (Yeah) "Give me the fortune, keep the fame," said my man Louis I agreed, know what
(Here's to The Roc) And they ask me, they ask me, they ask me, I tell them (Mr Rocafella) Raise your glasses, your glasses, your glasses to the sky This
she bought me a Gucci money clip but money so thick that my money don't fit got so many clothes i don't know which to pick if it aint Gucci or loui then
in the crib watchin' Larry King Live The new Guccis on refrigerator, smokin' some kush This nigga's a lighter swisher, becomin' a roach Go get the glass ashtray, pour the glass
laid back, helpin' me perfect my rap Only pink and smoked salmon where she feed her cat Wife everything Diamond cut like Johnny Lex collar attached Lickin' glass
just has to get blasted Ashes to ashes, Frasier to Cassius No homo, y'all some pains in the asses Get turned to toast like raising your glasses When
