Sorry 4 What? // LV BELT

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

So fuckin' serious, you niggas delirious

Said it with exclamation, but niggas can't fuck 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 liquor gon' catch up to you

Nigga, it ain't caught up to me yet

I hit the road, I look like the mayor

Countin' up 50's and 20's 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 fucked with her, she fiesty

All of the niggas that's with me are shiesty

This is the reason these niggas don't like me, yeah

I gotta win, I gotta hit from the back when it's pricy

I gotta fly out the trappers to sight-see

She wanna fuck with a R&B singer

I hit her, I ducked her, I sent her to Nyce B

I'm on the road, 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've had way too much to drink, you know, I

1942, it ain't on me, sing to five

Ex callin' up my phone, fuckin' up the vibe

Tonight's not the night, tonight's not the-

Yeah, fuck that bitch, yeah

Hop on the couch, yeah (yeah), take me a flick, yeah (uh)

The Louis V belt, yeah (yeah), Louis V belt, yeah (uh)

Fuck that bitch, yeah (yeah)

Hop on the couch, yeah (yeah), take me a flick, yeah

Louis V belt, yeah (yeah), Louis V belt, yeah

Louis V belt, yeah (yeah), Louis V belt, yeah, Louis V belt, yeah