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louis on that girl - z money lyrics

[intro]
808 mafia
1-0-1-7
got that boy pyrex in this motherf-cker
shawty paid

[verse 1]
posted like a baseball player, on base ’til my weed gone
pistol grip, this not a taser, if i p-ss back, i’m on a caper
down -ss b-tch, 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 sh-t, 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 n-gg- send ’em off
saks fifth sh-t in this b-tch 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 b-tch
louis v fits, since a jit, i been gettin’ it
wipin’ n-gg-s down, we yell “slime”, yeah, we with it
it’s my time, checkered down, no kiddin’ (d-mn)

[chorus]
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 p-ssy, 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 p-ssy, sweet as deer

[verse 2]
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 scr-pin’ sides, play with my money, then it’s gon’ be a homicide
ain’t sh-t funny, hit his -ss 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, b-tch sound like a drum line
break a n-gg- 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
n-gg- bought a feature, sh-t, 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 d-mn guap?
balmain, dior, f-ck 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 d-mn fleet

- z money lyrics

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