Louis Vuitton Lyrics - The S.o.u.l. Tape 2 - Fabolous

Got a young chick from the hood, south side 

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 to 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 

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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 

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 

I told the bitch somebody stole my Rollie 

She talking about "Me too" 

I came through with the brand new Louis bag 

She talking about "Me too" 

LA on my next flight, you guessed right 

She saying "Me too" 

Now everybody being Miss "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 

Photos 

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 

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 

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 

Shawty, 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 

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..." 

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 

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 

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 you 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..." 

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