Hey, there's no we without you and I Oohh, da du du du du Ahh ahh ahh ahh ahh If we tried that we could be Somewhere the climate is warm, long as you around me I swear that everything will be just fine I wish that we could take some time Go anywhere,

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

I'm a white black candy, yeah And I'm with you, I'ma go in your body Put on you some Louis swag Everything that you are I'ma Gucci Gucci gang Tu vas bomber à Gucci gang Plein de mala à Gucci gang Tu vas couler à Gucci gang Gucci Gucci gang, gang

Pour un noir meilleur, j'dois faire du sale Ah oui oui oui (oui, oui) J'ai toujours fait ce que j'ai dit, j'ai tellement pêché, faut qu'je prie Elle m'a aimé pour c'que j'étais, elle m'a quitté pour c'que je suis Mon âme descend du paradis donc le diable

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

Louis Vuitton, Jimmy Choo, that's on you (ha) New Chanel, Saint Laurent, Gucci bag (huh, ha) Diamonds on my neck, frozen tears (tears) Bad bitches gettin' wet, here Yeah, don't call me 'til the checks clear (clear) Iced out (stylist), no stylist

Walkin' on the beat, yeah We feel the love and we are not ashamed I'ma wake up to my nakedness 'Cause I'm walkin' on the beat, yeah Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey Naked when the beat drops Closer, closer We are the people, we are the people We are the people of

Trap, trap, trap, trap I've been riding 'round in a coupe Trapped out in a coupe Riding 'round witcha boo Louis on, Jimmy Choo's Yeah I'm faded, yeah she faded Riding 'round through the city All these hundreds and fifties

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'

M'appelle plus jamais khouya Tu décroches pas, petit trouillard Tu m'as laissé dans le brouillard Barak Allahou fik, tout ça c'est la dounia Baraque remplie de fric, ça aussi c'est dounia Et par rapport au fisc, me3lich c'est la dounia Tu m'as vu mais tu