The Louvre (feat. Stove God Cooks)

A-a-ayo

A-a-ayo

Yeah-yeah

Statik Selektah

Ayo

It's the one-two checker, yacht triple decker

Set up the shop, I touch the ceiling on my test run

Legends (Ah) all praises due but I'm the next one

VVS my neck and wrist (Woo) I'm up in Webster wearing Teflon (Ah)

Your shit stepped on (Ah), my shit exon (Ah)

I bust the product off the right, it's in my left arm (Woo)

You see the WestSide Doom, I got the best charm (Mmm)

You hear some gunshots baby don't be alarmed (Grr, grrr)

You know I'm the flyest **** you seen before (Woo)

Cherry two door baby (Skrrt)

Bad bitch got a tre pound in the kelly (Ah)

Santorini turn your life white if you let me (Mmm)

Gisueppe, white tip-toes lookin' sexy (Woo)

Your ex **** doin' too much, I might stretch him (Boo-boo-boo-boo-boo-boo-boo-boom)

Paradin', AMG, stay on my A's and B's (Skrrt), P's and Q's

I'm the illest, don't get confused, baby (Uh-uh)

Don't get confused

I flew her to Paris, we hit the Louvre

I jumped out the Cullinan, Balenci' boots

Switch got me lookin' at the Rollie like how long he gon' shoot? (Grrr, ahaha)

Kilo with the Scrooge McDuck stamp (Aha; bap-bap-bap)

You don't know what that cook like (Woo)

Million cash in the crocodile Louis bag

You don't know what that look like

Uh, ayo, who's that peekin' through my window?

Another pretty bimbo trying to skrt in the Benzo

Gettin' money piles in styles, they down ten toes

Rockin' Prada in Paris, this ain't the Poconos (Uh-uh)

We Usain Bolt runnin' the culture, yeah, we hold the gold (Yeah-yeah)

The blick silver, the bullet bronze

The millions all we want, don't be the next fool I pull it on (Bow, bow)

Was droppin' checks in the chase, now I do songs

Got the sauce, grey poupon's (Uh-huh), streets the new don

Vuitton suit on (Uh), you weird **** To Wong Foo (Haha)

Steppin' on whatever you gon' do

Your album cover got the print of my shoe (That shit trash)

It's FLYGOD, the dimes dyin' to screw

She said she love me, I'm in love with me too

We share the same views

She told me I'm the one, I said "Baby, that ain't news" (Uh-uh)

Tell me somethin' I don't know

If it's really real, tat my logo

Don't get confused

I flew her to Paris, we hit the Louvre

I jumped out the Cullinan, Balenci' boots

Switch got me lookin' at the Rollie like how long he gon' shoot? (Grrr, ahaha)

Kilo with the Scrooge McDuck stamp (Aha; bap-bap-bap)

You don't know what that cook like (Woo)

Million cash in the crocodile Louis bag

You don't know what that look like (What else? Hahaha, Badmon)

Ayo, I like my bitch a little ghetto with class

Stay in some new stilettos, keep a Birkin bag just to stash the metal (Brrr)

Lip gloss poppin' at us, we be on another level

Love language quality time, she got a newer bezel

Ballin' like NBA, pull up, we can run the play

These days gotta put these hoes on the NDA (Shh)

Playin' with her private in public, my type of PDA

We could fly private, hit the plane, skip the TSA

Keep a couple sticks in the bag, ain't talkin' PGA

I might put a hole in one (Brrr), had to let you hold the gun

I could never kiss and tell if the cat got my tongue

Told her hit me on the cell any time she wanna-, uh (Shh-shh)

Brooklyn be the bubble that they know me from

I'm a only son, daddy first one

Said she never took a trip to Pari', this her first one

Nine figures on the wall, got lil' baby so sprung (Ah)

Told her even Mona had to sit still to be worth sum'

Don't get confused (Yeah)

I flew her to Paris, we hit the Louvre (That's right)

I jumped out the Cullinan, Balenci' boots

Switch got me lookin' at the Rollie like how long he gon' shoot? (Tick-tick-tick-tick; Grrr, ahaha)

Kilo with the Scrooge McDuck stamp (Aha; bap-bap-bap)

You don't know what that cook like (Woo)

Million cash in the crocodile Louis bag

You don't know what that look like