Released: December 10, 2015
Songwriter: 12Hunna Chief Keef
Producer: 12Hunna
[Chorus]
I got lots of cash in this Louis bag
I got pistols in this Gucci bag
I can't trust a bitch, they fuck you for a Gucci bag
Fuck that shit, I spent three-thousand on a Louis bag
Why, bitch? 'Cause I get that Louis cash
Don't make me up this pistol out this Louis bag
And get blood on my Louis bag
I'm shooting slugs out this Louis bag
[Verse]
Bitch, I ain't no postman, I'm the movie man
Got clips like the movie man
Come through niggas moving man
We ain't foenem, we shooting man
At your top
Shooting up out the tee top
Coming through your block, gratata
With the choppa, Waka Flocka
You was gambling with your life, find me back
If that nigga owe me he gon' pay me back
Pull up in the foreign
All the bad bitches going
[Bridge]
Where we going, bitch we touring
Prolly won't be back till the morning, or next year
Gotta get some gifts
Gotta get 160 mil
[Chorus]
I got lots of cash in this Louis bag
I got pistols in this Gucci bag
I can't trust a bitch, they fuck you for a Gucci bag
Fuck that shit, I spent three-thousand on a Louis bag
Why, bitch? 'Cause I get that Louis cash
Don't make me up this pistol out this Louis bag
And get blood on my Louis bag
I'm shooting slugs out this Louis bag
I got lots of cash in this Louis bag
I got pistols in this Gucci bag
I can't trust a bitch, they fuck you for a Gucci bag
Fuck that shit, I spent three-thousand on a Louis bag
Why, bitch? 'Cause I get that Louis cash
Don't make me up this pistol out this Louis bag
And get blood on my Louis bag
I'm shooting slugs out this Louis bag
[Verse]
Bitch, I ain't no postman, I'm the movie man
Got clips like the movie man
Come through niggas moving man
We ain't foenem, we shooting man
At your top
Shooting up out the tee top
Coming through your block, gratata
With the choppa, Waka Flocka
You was gambling with your life, find me back
If that nigga owe me he gon' pay me back
Pull up in the foreign
All the bad bitches going
[Bridge]
Where we going, bitch we touring
Prolly won't be back till the morning, or next year
Gotta get some gifts
Gotta get 160 mil
[Chorus]
I got lots of cash in this Louis bag
I got pistols in this Gucci bag
I can't trust a bitch, they fuck you for a Gucci bag
Fuck that shit, I spent three-thousand on a Louis bag
Why, bitch? 'Cause I get that Louis cash
Don't make me up this pistol out this Louis bag
And get blood on my Louis bag
I'm shooting slugs out this Louis bag