LV BELT Tory Lanez

[Part I: "Sorry 4 What?"]

[Intro]
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

[Verse]
So fuckin' serious, you niggas' delirious
Said it wit' exclamation, but niggas can't fuck wit' me, period
Bitch, right off the back, 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 won't 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 fifties and twentiеs and tens
I'm out of state, they givе 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 don't fuck wit' her, she fiesty
All of the niggas that's wit' 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 wit' a R&B singer
I hit her, I ducked her, I sent her to Nyce B
I'm on a roll 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?

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