Kanye West — LOUIE BAGS

[Chorus: Kanye West] (We did it, we did it, Joe!) I stopped buying Louis bags after Virgil passed I stopped buying Louis bags after Virgil passed I stopped buying Louis bags after Virgil passed I stopped buying Louis bags after Virgil passed I'm in the Louis store with a Gucci mask I'm in the Louis store with a Gucci mask I'm in the Louis store with a Gucci mask I stopped buying Louis bags after Virgil passed [Verse 1: Kanye West] If we ain't doin' business, it won't be no business If we ain't doin' business, it won't be no business If we ain't doin' business, it won't be no business If we ain't doin' business, it won't be no business Pick [?] I'll take it, mmh Pick another one and let it, mmh Find another one and let it, mmh Fine life and I could've—, mmh I'm not gonna lie, I couldn't move Couldn't even if I wanted to Couldn't scare me if it haunted you I'ma do what I wanna do What you look like in that nasty Louis bag? Remember I examined [?], too What you look like in that nasty Louis bag? We stopped buying Louis bags after Virgil passed [Chorus: Kanye West] I stopped buying Louis bags after Virgil passed I stopped buying Louis bags after Virgil passed I stopped buying Louis bags after Virgil passed I stopped buying Louis bags after Virgil passed I stopped buying Louis bags after Virgil passed I stopped buying Louis bags after Virgil passed What you look like in that nasty Louis bag? We stopped buying Louis bags after Virgil passed I stopped buying Louis bags after Virgil passed I stopped buying Louis bags after Virgil passed What you look like in that nasty Louis bag? We stopped buying Louis bags after Virgil passed (We did it, we did it, Joe!) Ayy [Verse 2: Jack Harlow] I'm my lil' cousin's favorite cousin I gave 'em all my number in my phone, they stopped buzzin' They listen to my songs and say their parents hate the cussin' They asked if I was nervous on TV or if I wasn't They asked me if it's true that I don't go to church "My daddy said you don't," well, then I guess you know I been thinkin' about goin', though, I might let you know One day, I'll bring you to my concert if they let you go Pumpin' gas alone in Texaco Hopin' I don't get approached Don't know if it's clear until I check the coast All these rappers dyin', I don't wan' be one that's next to go Paranoia tickin' in my head just like a metronome I can't walk around like Jack that wore the spectacles I shook the hands, took the pictures, made myself accessible Threw the parties, showed love, kept it all respectable Tried to give you something you ain't had before but It's all over, they got the drop on my life, it's all over All this pressure on me, they'd wish I'd fall over Too bad I'm a winner like fall over I dropped, uh, heat in February Cocky tweets in February All-Star weekend with the court-side seats in February I'm the champ', you come second like the E in February All that humble **** was fake, now, can we keep it legendary? Please