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