Don't know why there's no sun up in the sky, stormy weather Yeah, since my girl and I ain't together, keeps rainin' all the time Life is bare, gloom and misery everywhere, stormy weather Yeah, just can't get my poor self together; oh, I'm weary all the

(doo wah, doo wah, doo wah, doo wah Doo wah, doo wah, doo wah, doo wah) It don't mean a thing If it ain't got that swing All you got to do is sing It makes no diff'rence If it's sweet or hot Just give that rhythm Ev'rything you got Oh, it don't mean a

Gucci, Gucci Louis, Louis, Louis (what they want from me?) Louis, Louis, Louis (I gave it all I had) Louis, Louis, Louis (Louis, Louis, Louis) Gucci, Gucci (Gucci) Oh, I got diamonds on my neck, yeah (Gucci, Gucci, Louis, Louis) I got 'em all singin'

PJ takin' off and I ain't stoppin', no Louis V belts, Louis V on my walls Never fear what's on my lens, I see fugazi I'm a street nigga and I stay faded Never worked in a gym, but I weighed it Back on the Forbes, shit crazy (Yeah) I make more than Dwyane

Ah le monde change, le monde change Et tu crois que la dernière prise Ah oui je sais qu'un jour Soulage ton cœur, soulage ton âme Je pense bien que le monde est calculé Je pense bien que tout est encadré Que nos pensées sont tracées dans l'air auparavant

Perfect timing, yeah Me and Metro don't need help Mail a pint to myself Flew a pornstar to ATL Louie Goyard belt Buy everything on the rack Buy everything on the shelf I make you mad, I can tell Watch full of diamonds, yeah (bling)

To win the retreat, we all in too deep She's in love with who I am I did half a Xan, thirteen hours 'til I land Astro, yeah Sun is down, freezin' cold That's how we already know winter's here My dawg would prolly do it for a Louis belt That's just all he

(doo wah, doo wah, doo wah, doo wah Doo wah, doo wah, doo wah, doo wah) It don't mean a thing If it ain't got that swing All you got to do is sing It makes no diff'rence If it's sweet or hot Just give that rhythm Ev'rything you got Oh, it don't mean a

Sing sing sing sing everybody start to sing like dee dee dee, bah bah bah dah Now you're singin with a swing When the music goes around, Everybody's goes go to town. But here is one thing you should know Sing, sing, sing, sing everybody start to sing

Look at my neck shine (ice) Look at my wrist shine, chyeah (ooh) I just be smoking up dope, chyeah Louis down head to my toe, chyeah I just might buy the store, chyeah Look at my neck shine, chyeah (ice) Look at my wrist shine, chyeah Fuck a bitch two