Tekster:
Louis Glass

Of the world though, you got my back, right?) Hey, it's whatever shawty, you ain't gotta ask Yes, Valentino blouses, summer houses, cash, check You can get it, you deserve it, flawless diamonds, Louis

you live this down, down, down I need more drinks and less lights And that American Apparel girl in just tights She told the director she tryin' to get into school He said take them glasses

't no square, he just like to share In love with the tipper throwing hundreds in the air Throw some over here And Louis, drop the Louis, put the Louis

pinky ring wit da prince's cuts Most of dez cats, they mindless mutts I got some Air Force Ones wit my khaki's on Wit da fresh throwback an' my glasses

ghetto Let's roll to Cali where they chief the best 'dro And drive cars so big you can't reach the pedals Never had a glass of purple juice for breakfast

' in the mirror, mirror Wake up in the morning and I wash my face Brush my teeth and put my gun on my waist Louis belt: check, Louis shoes: check Car

(Here's to The Roc) And they ask me, they ask me, they ask me, I tell them (Mr Rocafella) Raise your glasses, your glasses, your glasses to the sky This

in the crib watchin' Larry King Live The new Guccis on refrigerator, smokin' some kush This nigga's a lighter swisher, becomin' a roach Go get the glass ashtray, pour the glass

just has to get blasted Ashes to ashes, Frasier to Cassius No homo, y'all some pains in the asses Get turned to toast like raising your glasses When