Fabolous, J.Cole - Louis Vuitton lyrics

Heh, oh yeah, yeah gon' turn me up some more
Uh, huh, uh huh

Got a young chick from the hood, Southside
Pops never let her outside
Nigga knew the type of shit
She was up against
Little did he know the shit was gon' backfire
Cause she act quiet, got baptized
Sang in the choir, but the thing she desired
Was a older nigga show her how to be a freak
The young girl's in heat, it's deep
She sneaking out, off the leash
On the streets at night when
The freaks is out
Butterfly tat on her back that
She tried to hide
Until her father found her secret out
Now he flipping out, he kicked her out
She living on her own and it's vicious out
Years go by now I got her in my room
And I'm thinking of the best
Way to kick her out it's cold

Cause all she ever talks about is Louis
Louis
All she ever talk about is Louis Vuitton
And nigga, I can't fuck with
Her no more, ayo, ayo
I said Louis, Louis
All she ever talk about is Louis, Louis
All she ever talk about is Louis Vuitton
And nigga, I can't fuck with
Her no more, ayo, ayo

I told the bitch somebody stole my Rollie
She talking 'bout "Me too"
I came through with the brand new Louis bag
She talking 'bout "Me too"
LA on my next flight, you guessed right
She saying "Me too"
Now everybody meet Ms me Too goddamn, be you
And if that is you, you so shallow
You're on a boat that won't travel
Won't float and won't paddle
If I go broke, it won't matter
This stupid ass shit don't make me
I been poor, it won't break me
You're so caught up on material shit
We both knowing that you can't even get

I mean Louis, Louis
All she ever talk about is Louis, Louis
All she ever talk about is Louis Vuitton
And nigga, I can't fuck with
Her no more, ayo, ayo
I said Louis, Louis
All she ever talk about is Louis, Louis
All she ever talk about is Louis Vuitton
And nigga, I can't fuck with
Her no more, ayo, ayo

She was standing at the baggage claim
First thought: "Gotta bag this dame"
Not knowing she was one of them
"Check what your baggage name" types
Anyway, I'm happy that it came off the belt
Damier joint same as the belt
She look like she came on herself
Shorty, you should be ashamed of yourself
I'm checking out her cute face
Thin little waist line
She checking out my suitcase
Like the bitch half canine
Could've took her number
But that'd be like taking bad advice
When you look at her
You're looking at a price
As I walked away, she said "That's a nice"

Louis, Louis
All she ever talk about is Louis, Louis
All she ever talk about is Louis Vuitton
And nigga, I can't fuck with
Her no more, ayo, ayo
I mean Louis, Louis
All she ever talk about is Louis, Louis
All she ever talk about is Louis Vuitton
And nigga, I can't fuck with
Her no more, ayo, ayo

You know the ones that'll order the lobster
Go for the champagne don't care what you do
But you better do the damn thing
If you wanna win the campaign
Cause her company just ain't cheap
What y'all probably ain't peep
You can't keep a shallow bitch
If your pockets ain't deep
So I try to be slick, ain't reserve no dinner
Ain't take her to the club
Had her meet me at the bar
Let her walk in, peep her from afar
Gotta let her know
Can't keep her in the dark
Cause she will run the tab up if you let her
And I thought I knew better
'Til she say "Let me start with a double shot
Hey, bartender, let me get a"

Louis, Louis
All she ever talk about is Louis, Louis
All she ever talk about is Louis Vuitton
And nigga, I can't fuck with
Her no more, ayo, ayo
I mean Louis, Louis
All she ever talk about is Louis, Louis
All she ever talk about is Louis Vuitton
And nigga, I can't fuck with
Her no more, ayo, ayo

Aye just in case you didn't know that
That Louis XI I I is like $150 a shot
I can't fuck with her no more man