Curren$y, The Alchemist, Babyface Ray - Louis Baggage lyrics
The Alchemist [Alan Daniel Maman] Beverly Hills, CA, U.S. 🇺🇸
Babyface Ray [Marcellus Rayvon Register] Detroit, Michigan, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Curren$y, The Alchemist, Babyface Ray - Louis Baggage lyrics]
Yeah yeah
Yeah
In the grey flannel with the Sade jamming
Double antennas on the pink Impala
Spent some days planning 'fore we
Put it in action
Gotta make it happen 'cause I'm
For sure gon' have it
They was just laughing, but I kept mashing
Now I've long sped past them
To where the cash is
Rainy day stashing, don't hustle backwards
Blessed to reach underground king status
While maintaining relevance for some
Niggas is a challenge
I'ma break it down for you
So you understand it jet Life, bitch
This is what building a brand is
Just landed in Miami
Louis shorts and some Stan Smiths
She picked me up in her Aston
A little bragging
'Bout how it wasn't her man's shit
Mama, I ain't even asking
That shit don't matter
Just bring me to my homie crib
For weed and a Cuban sandwich
Put that on the set like moving cameras
I put her on the Jet like Louis baggage
I wish you niggas had some type of guidance
OG used to teach you, when you speak
I can tell you ain't the brightest
Why the hell you think I ain't excited?
My life is too for real, full
Of thrills, up and down, so I don't write it
They told me, "Treat it like chess"
I Louis V all my luggage
These diamonds mean that I'm blessed
I learned a lot from me thugging
This shit can change in a sec'
New foreign smashed with the puddles
'cause when it rain, you get wet
I took her and bossed her up
It's hard to fuck with the help
And most of these niggas kids
I'll beat your ass with a belt
I grinded, don't cry at all
I played the hand I was dealt
It's entertainment for y'all
They pay me 'cause I'm myself
When the sun set, I talk
To God, I'm grateful, my bag secure
Me failing? Ain't going broke
To my homie furious
I'm buying shit for my closet
Might never wear it
That medicine in me now, I'm feeling cured
She told me to fly her out
Now she on the Spirit
I failed, but I'm still successful
Look at the wheels
Yeah
In the grey flannel with the Sade jamming
Double antennas on the pink Impala
Spent some days planning 'fore we
Put it in action
Gotta make it happen 'cause I'm
For sure gon' have it
They was just laughing, but I kept mashing
Now I've long sped past them
To where the cash is
Rainy day stashing, don't hustle backwards
Blessed to reach underground king status
While maintaining relevance for some
Niggas is a challenge
I'ma break it down for you
So you understand it jet Life, bitch
This is what building a brand is
Just landed in Miami
Louis shorts and some Stan Smiths
She picked me up in her Aston
A little bragging
'Bout how it wasn't her man's shit
Mama, I ain't even asking
That shit don't matter
Just bring me to my homie crib
For weed and a Cuban sandwich
Put that on the set like moving cameras
I put her on the Jet like Louis baggage
I wish you niggas had some type of guidance
OG used to teach you, when you speak
I can tell you ain't the brightest
Why the hell you think I ain't excited?
My life is too for real, full
Of thrills, up and down, so I don't write it
They told me, "Treat it like chess"
I Louis V all my luggage
These diamonds mean that I'm blessed
I learned a lot from me thugging
This shit can change in a sec'
New foreign smashed with the puddles
'cause when it rain, you get wet
I took her and bossed her up
It's hard to fuck with the help
And most of these niggas kids
I'll beat your ass with a belt
I grinded, don't cry at all
I played the hand I was dealt
It's entertainment for y'all
They pay me 'cause I'm myself
When the sun set, I talk
To God, I'm grateful, my bag secure
Me failing? Ain't going broke
To my homie furious
I'm buying shit for my closet
Might never wear it
That medicine in me now, I'm feeling cured
She told me to fly her out
Now she on the Spirit
I failed, but I'm still successful
Look at the wheels