Sorry 4 What? // LV BELT歌詞

[Intro]
I'm not tryna be here for a long time
Just, just a good, good time
I got a lot of shit weighin' on my mind
Weighin' on my mind
[Verse]
So ****in' serious, you niggas' delirious
Said it with exclamation, but niggas can't **** with me, period
Bitch, right off the bat, I need y'all to flex
All of this stuntin' look good for my ex
All of these zeros look good on my checks
I got like two or three phones for business and bitches
And still can't even answer a text
Yeah, we in the spot, we gon' give it a rest
They be sayin' that that nigga, don't catch him til' you, nigga
It ain't caught up to me yet
I hit the road, I look like the mail
Countin' up fifties and twenties and tens
I'm out of state, they give me a ten
Ballin' again, again, again, again, again
Ballin' again, again, again, again, again
That was the plan again, bitch, I'm the man again
Walk out of Louis, it look like a mannequin
All the store management wanna know how much I spend
I spend, yeah, I done ****ed with her, she fiesty
All of the niggas that's with me are shiesty
This the real reason these niggas don't like me, yeah
I gotta win, I gotta hit from the back when it's pricy
I gotta fly the choppers to [?]
She wanna **** with a R&B singer
I hit her, I ducked her, I sent her to nice B
I'm on the road, like the mother****in' 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've had way too much to drink, you know, I
1942, it ain't on me, sing to five
Ex callin' up my phone, ****in' up the vibe
Tonight's not the night, tonight's not the—
Ayy, yeah, **** that bitch, yeah
Hop on the couch, yeah (Yeah), take me a flick, yeah (Uh)
The Louis V bag, yeah (Yeah), Louis V bag, yeah (Uh)
**** that bitch, yeah (Yeah)
I'm on the couch, yeah (Yeah), take me a flick, yeah
Louis V bag, yeah (Yeah), Louis V bag, yeah
Louis V bag, yeah (Yeah), Louis V bag, yeah