Tory Lanez - Louis V Belt lyrics
Tory Lanez [Argentina Fargo] Brampton, Ontario, Canada/Miami, Florida, U.S. 🇨🇦 🇺🇸
[Tory Lanez - Louis V Belt lyrics]
Yeah, right off the bat I need y'all to flex
All of this stuntin' look good for my ex
All of these zeroes look good on my checks
I got like 2 or 3 phones for business and
Bitches and still can't even answer a text
(texts)
Yeah, we in the spot, we won't give it a rest
They keep saying they niggas gonna
Catch up to your nigga
They ain't caught up to me yet (Yet)
I hit the Rolls, I look like the mayor
Counting up 50s and 20s and 10s
I'm 'bout to save and get me get me a Benz
(Benz) ballin' again and again and again
And again and again
Ballin' again and again and again
And again and again
Y'all wasn't planning it, bitch
I'm the man again
Walk out of Louis and look like a mannequin
All the store management wanna know
How much I spent, i spent
Yeah, I don't fuck with her, she feisty
Know that the niggas that's
With me are shiesty this is the reason these
Niggas don't like me, yeah
I got her wet
I gotta hit from the back when it's pricey
I gotta fly on the tropics it's icy
She wanna fuck with an R&B singer
I hit her, I duck her, i send her to Nyce B
I'm on a roll like the motherfuckin' dice be
I'm catchin' pussy like I'm Jerry Rice
I'm catchin' pussy like it was a flight
I'm in your city, what's up for the night?
I, I had like too much to drink you know I
1942 and Indones' in Dubai
Ex calling up my phone fucking up the vibe
Tonight's not the night, tonight's not the
Ayy, yeah, fuck that bitch, yeah
Hop on a tropics, yeah
Take me a flight, yeah
Louis V Belt, yeah (Damn) louis V Belt, yeah
Ayy, yeah, fuck that bitch, yeah
Hop on a tropics, yeah
Take me a flight, yeah louis V Belt, yeah
Louis V Belt, yeah
Louis V Belt, yeah (Louis V Belt)
Louis V Belt, yeah (Louis V Belt)
All of this stuntin' look good for my ex
All of these zeroes look good on my checks
I got like 2 or 3 phones for business and
Bitches and still can't even answer a text
(texts)
Yeah, we in the spot, we won't give it a rest
They keep saying they niggas gonna
Catch up to your nigga
They ain't caught up to me yet (Yet)
I hit the Rolls, I look like the mayor
Counting up 50s and 20s and 10s
I'm 'bout to save and get me get me a Benz
(Benz) ballin' again and again and again
And again and again
Ballin' again and again and again
And again and again
Y'all wasn't planning it, bitch
I'm the man again
Walk out of Louis and look like a mannequin
All the store management wanna know
How much I spent, i spent
Yeah, I don't fuck with her, she feisty
Know that the niggas that's
With me are shiesty this is the reason these
Niggas don't like me, yeah
I got her wet
I gotta hit from the back when it's pricey
I gotta fly on the tropics it's icy
She wanna fuck with an R&B singer
I hit her, I duck her, i send her to Nyce B
I'm on a roll like the motherfuckin' dice be
I'm catchin' pussy like I'm Jerry Rice
I'm catchin' pussy like it was a flight
I'm in your city, what's up for the night?
I, I had like too much to drink you know I
1942 and Indones' in Dubai
Ex calling up my phone fucking up the vibe
Tonight's not the night, tonight's not the
Ayy, yeah, fuck that bitch, yeah
Hop on a tropics, yeah
Take me a flight, yeah
Louis V Belt, yeah (Damn) louis V Belt, yeah
Ayy, yeah, fuck that bitch, yeah
Hop on a tropics, yeah
Take me a flight, yeah louis V Belt, yeah
Louis V Belt, yeah
Louis V Belt, yeah (Louis V Belt)
Louis V Belt, yeah (Louis V Belt)