Louis Vuitton

[Intro: J. Cole] Heh, oh yeah, yeah Gon' turn me up some more Uh-huh, uh-huh [Verse 1: J. Cole] 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 [Chorus: Fabolous] 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 [Verse 2: J. Cole] 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" L.A. 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 [Chorus: Fabolous] 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 [Verse 3: Fabolous] 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..." [Chorus: J. Cole] 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 [Verse 4: Fabolous] 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..." [Chorus: J. Cole] 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 [Outro: Fabolous] Aye just in case you didn't know that That Louis XIII is like $150 a shot I can't fuck with her no more man