Louis Baggage

[Intro: Curren$y]

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[Verse 1: Curren$y]

In the grey flannel with the Sade jamming

Double antennas on the pink Impala

Spent some days planning 'fore we put it in action

Gotta make it happen 'cause I'm for sure gon' have it

They was just laughing, but I kept mashing

Now I've long sped past them to where the cash is

Rainy day stashing, don't hustle backwards

Blessed to reach underground king status

While maintaining relevance for some niggas is a challenge

I'ma break it down for you so you understand it

Jet Life, bitch, this is what building a brand is

Just landed in Miami

Louis shorts and some Stan Smiths

She picked me up in her Aston, a little bragging

'Bout how it wasn't her man's shit

Mama, I ain't even asking, that shit don't matter

Just bring me to my homie crib for weed and a Cuban sandwich

Put that on the set like movie cameras

I put her on the Jet like Louis baggage

[Verse 2: Babyface Ray]

I wish you niggas had some type of guidance

OG used to teach you, when you speak, I can tell you ain't the brightest

Why the hell you think I ain't excited?

My life is too for real, full of thrills, up and down, so I don't write it

They told me, "Treat it like chess"

I Louis V all my luggage, these diamonds mean that I'm blessed

I learned a lot from me thugging, this shit can change in a sec'

New foreign smashed with the puddles 'cause when it rain, you get wet

I took her and bossed her up, it's hard to fuck with the help

And most of these niggas kids, I'll beat your ass with a belt

I grinded, don't cry at all, I played the hand I was dealt

It's entertainment for y'all, they pay me 'cause I'm myself

When the sun set, I talk to God, I'm grateful, my bag secure

Me failing? Ain't going broke to my homie furious

I'm buying shit for my closet, might never wear it

That medicine in me now, I'm feeling cured

She told me to fly her out, now she on the Spirit

I failed, but I'm still successful, look at the wheels