Louis Vuitton

Yo Ain't nothin' to it, I came from the sewers, got busy and made me a change Spray up the booth and look great when I do it I swear, they don't make 'em the same (yeah) Bae in the coupe, 20K in the boot, hittin' pace like I'm takin' a chase (skrrt, skrrt) Drive in the winter, I'm takin' the goose In the summer, I take off the brain (woo) She likes a man that holds it down, spend racks in Louis Vuitton But he had a chain before his first house, baby, he's doin' it wrong I love the block, but can't wait to leave, it's deep Miss you when I'm gone House full of thots, new gyal every week But I still miss you in that thong Brothers are mad at me, I've never met 'em, so fuck 'em, it is what it is If we're talkin' salaries, I'm out the question, I ain't tryna piss on your chips I'm up in Canada, life is a blessin', I might buy a crib in the six Blondie like Pamala, lightie like Megan, I can't decide which ones to pick (woo) Fuck up the climate, now everyone's signin', no less than a million quid They see how I'm ridin', now they're tryna bite it, stop lyin' and give me my shit (give me that) Smoke Cali, I'm flyin', I'm lit, while I'm drivin', ain't tryin' still stiggin' the whips (skrrt) Mask for the virus, bro got one for slidin', it's all kinda similar shit Bro pullin' over for pigs, if his phone's in the whip then we're takin' a charge They got their pics on the ANPR, takin' the piss, said they're takin' the car Black out the Wraith, but it came with the stars Back in the place, but I stay in the dark Manny I lay, but I stay in the charts (woo) Ain't nothin' to it, I came from the sewers, got busy and made me a change (Yeah) Spray up the booth and look great when I do it I swear, they don't make 'em the same (no way) Bae in the coupe, 20K in the boot, hittin' pace like I'm takin' a chase (skrrt, skrrt) Drive in the winter, I'm takin' the goose In the summer, I take off the brain (ah!) She likes a man that holds it down, spend racks in Louis Vuitton (woo) But he had a chain before his first house, baby, he's doin' it wrong I love the block, but can't wait to leave, it's deep Miss you when I'm gone House full of thots, new gyal every week But I still miss you in that thong Hidin' my face, can't show no love, get too many photos took Lyin' on Aitch, but they don't know much, man couldn't give a solo fuck Slide to the place in a rollers truck, bet the owner knows it's us Now my guys in the rave full of coats and hoods Got weed, I'ma roll some up Look, I ain't been home in weeks Head hot, but my heart done froze, it's peak Did show, hit the road and skeet Made my roses gold as the doughs increased Sometimes wanna ghost and leave Then I look to the shelf, all the trophies clean Best talk to the G.O.A.T. with ease If them man want war, they can hold some heat Worked too hard, man step with my chest out Ain't nothin' to stress 'bout Made some members along the way True say, met couple of let downs I set the pace, don't get in my way Gang cop out the Cullinan jet bound Make some cake back to the estate Then go buy Mummy a next house Can't take your call now, just leave your message after the tone "Hi, Mr. Armstrong, just a quick call to tell you That all of your payments have been received And everything is being finalised You can come and collect your keys when you're ready Congratulations" She likes a man that holds it down, spend racks in Louis Vuitton But he had a chain before his first house, baby, he's doin' it wrong I love the block, but can't wait to leave, it's deep Miss you when I'm gone House full of thots, new gyal every week But I still miss you in that thong Had loads of great nights out, you know? Involving sex, drugs, fuckin' you name it what The great thing is, I can never remember it