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Louie Mack

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Louie Mack, Nigga
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Uh huh
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Uh huh
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That lil Nigga got some heart to him
Watch how you talk to him
Counting blues with my dogs
Moving like the dog unit
Love a bitch that ain't my bitch that wanna bring some more to us
In a section with a fifth and we gone need like four new ones
I love the money more than I could love these bitches (Yeah)
But we be flexing for these bitches in these pictures (Yeah)
I don't care nothing bout opinions of a Nigga (Yeah)
Cause ain't no other Nigga trying make me richer (Run that bag up)
Now girl you working with some ass, yeah
Yeah, you bad, yeah
Champagne in ya glass, yeah
Shake that ass, yeah
Put the money in the bag, yeah
Give me cash, yeah
We getting more lit by the glass, yeah
Hope I don't crash, yeah
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We going up
We going up
I live a life worth living, reign forever my soul
If I should die tomorrow, make sure that I'm buried in gold
I f*ck the dreams, I kill the competition, marry my goals
The crown is heavy but I'm working out to carry my load
My name Louie and I like 'em brown like some iced tea
Asked her if she wearing Gucci, she said "Bitch, I might be"
Like a lightskin 'ting, nice lips, nice teeth
Shit, long as they black, pretty, and they say they like me
See Niggas never read the script, how you gone carry your role
Oh you forgot about the tax, you gotta run me my toll
I got the rest of my life to be married and old
I'm pouring champagne on her while her man at home
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We going up
We going up
Woah Woah
Just finished the bottle, now they want more
On go
I pick 'em like eenie, meenie, minie, moe
Cleopatra, she can see my future got a lot of dough
Too many Niggas went out like Ricky, they had to die for Dough
My Niggas in the field with them niners like they Garoppolo
We made it rain green, rain blue, we left her a pot of gold
You wasn't down with me at the bottom, but you can top me though
And make that thang bounce like you would if you was from Caliope
Them bands make her shake
Bands make her shake
Baby girl, you got a face that was made for first place
I'm used to hitting homers, I don't know bout first base
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We going up, ya heard me
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We going up
We going up (Uh)

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