Lyrics Louis On That Girl - Z Money

808 Mafia
1-0-1-7
Got that boy Pyrex in this motherfucker
Shawty Paid

Posted like a baseball player, on base 'til my weed gone
Pistol grip, this not a taser, if I pass back, I'm on a caper
Down ass bitch, I might just date ya,
girl, come help me count this paper
Trap activator, known to go get it, no, I don't ask for paper
Mob shit, stackin' these millions, the type to whack a hater
Pull up in the hood, drop the drugs off,
get it off, 1017, servin' fiends, now they peelin' off
Let shots off, I'm a boss, I'ma buy it all
Bags in the loft, what it cost? Come and get it all
Call me Jackie Frost, new diamonds, got 'em all
Drugs on the plane, tell a young nigga send 'em off
Saks Fifth shit in this bitch and I got my stick
First in love with a ten and it got a kick
Backend at the door, no time for a beggar bitch
Louis V fits, since a jit, I been gettin' it
Wipin' niggas down, we yell "Slime", yeah, we with it
It's my time, checkered down, no kiddin' (Damn)

Louis on that girl
So shiny, try to touch a chain, I dare
Might blind ya, four-five at your ear
Them dope boy Nikes, every pair
100K, I got it near
Upgrade my wrist, start switchin' gears
A drip down felon on the Lear
These rappers pussy, sweet as deer
Louis on that girl
So shiny, try to touch a chain, I dare
Might blind ya, four-five at your ear
Them dope boy Nikes, every pair
100K, I got it near
Upgrade my wrist, start switchin' gears
A drip down felon on the Lear
These rappers pussy, sweet as deer

Walked in here, 100K and it's near
Narcotics on me, got some dope in here
Came out flee, Louis coat in here
No flodgin' in me, take your ho in here
I'm the type of guy, standin' in the kitchen,
never scrapin' sides,
play with my money, then it's gon' be a homicide
AIn't shit funny, hit his ass with a number 9
Pull up on a horse, you would think I'm from wintertime
Didn't watch TV, I was outside watchin' crime
Chopper goin' off, bitch sound like a drum line
Break a nigga jaw, got the load and it's all raw
Me and my dawgs sellin' Os, give me your paw
Saks Fifth clothes, if I go, bet I won't fold
Nigga bought a feature, shit, I'm high, it was all blow
AMG, that's what I chose and it's sittin' low
Me and my woe at your door, where the damn guap?
Balmain, Dior, fuck that, what you talkin' 'bout?
Whippin' up the G, sellin' grams at my mom's house
New V on the street, I'm on E, finna run out
Nuttin' on my sheets,how I make the freak come out
Got rich in a week, homie got shot, he'll creep
Finna put diamonds in my teeth
So many cops, they done broke the leash
Forgiatos, got a whole damn fleet

Louis on that girl
So shiny, try to touch a chain, I dare
Might blind ya, four-five at your ear
Them dope boy Nikes, every pair
100K, I got it near
Upgrade my wrist, start switchin' gears
A drip down felon on the Lear
These rappers pussy, sweet as deer
Louis on that girl
So shiny, try to touch a chain, I dare
Might blind ya, four-five at your ear
Them dope boy Nikes, every pair
100K, I got it near
Upgrade my wrist, start switchin' gears
A drip down felon on the Lear
These rappers pussy, sweet as deer