Tory Lanez - Sorry 4 What? // LV BELT Lyrics

I'm not tryna be here for a long time
Just a, just a good, good time
I got a lot of shit weighin' on my mind
Weighin' on my mind

So f*ckin' serious, you niggas' delirious
Said it with exclamation, but niggas can't f*ck with me, period

Bitch, right off the bat, I need y'all to flex
All of this stuntin' look good for my ex
All of these zeros look good on my checks
I got like two or three phones for business and bitches
And still can't even answer a text
Yeah, we in the spot, we gon' give it a rest
They be sayin' that that liquor gon' catch up to you, nigga
It ain't caught up to me yet
I hit the road, I look like the mayor
Coutin' up fifties and twenties and tens
I'm out of state, they give me a ten
Ballin' again, again, again, again, again
Ballin' again, again, again, again, again
That was the plan again, bitch, I'm the man again
Walk out of Louis and look like the mannequin
All the store management wanna know how much I spend, I spend, yeah
I don't f*ck with her, she fiesty
All of the niggas that's with me are shiesty
This the reason these niggas don't like me, yeah
I gotta win, I gotta hit from the back when it's pricey
I gotta fly the choppers to sight-see
She wanna f*ck with a R&B singer
I hit her, I ducked her, I sent her to nice B
I'm on the road like the motherf*ckin' dice be
I'm catchin pussy like I'm Jerry Rice
I'm catchin' pussy like it was a flight
I'm in your city, what's up for the night?

I, I've had way too much to drink, you know I
1942, it ain't no need, stay 'til five
Ex callin' up my phone, f*ckin' up the vibe
Tonight's not the night, tonight's not the
Yeah, f*ck that bitch, yeah
Hop on the couch, yeah (yeah), take me a flick, yeah
Louis V belt, yeah (yeah), Louis V belt, yeah
F*ck that bitch, yeah (yeah)
Hop on the couch, yeah (yeah), take me a flick, yeah
Louis V belt, yeah (yeah), Louis V belt, yeah
Louis V belt, yeah (yeah), Louis V belt, yeah
Louis V belt, yeah