CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Louis Baggage
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
In the grey flannel with the Sade jamming
Double antennas on the pink Impala
Spent some days planning 'fore we put it in action
Gotta make it happen 'cause I'm for sure gon' have it
They was just laughing, but I kept mashing
Now I've long sped past them to where the cash is
Rainy day stashing, don't hustle backwards
Blessed to reach underground king status
While maintaining relevance for some n***as is a challenge
I'ma break it down for you so you understand it
Jet Life, b*t*h, this is what building a brand is
Just landed in Miami
Louis shorts and some Stan Smiths
She picked me up in her Aston, a little bragging
'Bout how it wasn't her man's sh*t
Mama, I ain't even asking, that sh*t don't matter
Just bring me to my homie crib for weed and a Cuban sandwich
Put that on the set like moving cameras
I put her on the Jet like Louis baggage
I wish you n***as had some type of guidance
OG used to teach you, when you speak, I can tell you ain't the brightest
Why the hell you think I ain't excited?
My life is too for real, full of thrills, up and down, so I don't write it
They told me, "Treat it like chess"
I Louis V all my luggage, these diamonds mean that I'm blessed
I learned a lot from me thugging, this sh*t can change in a sec'
New foreign smashed with the puddles 'cause when it rain, you get wet
I took her and bossed her up, it's hard to f**k with the help
And most of these n***as kids, I'll beat your a** with a belt
I grinded, don't cry at all, I played the hand I was dealt
It's entertainment for y'all, they pay me 'cause I'm myself
When the sun set, I talk to God, I'm grateful, my bag secure
Me failing? Ain't going broke to my homie furious
I'm buying sh*t for my closet, might never wear it
That medicine in me now, I'm feeling cured
She told me to fly her out, now she on the Spirit
I failed, but I'm still successful, look at the wheels
Yeah
Yeah
In the grey flannel with the Sade jamming
Double antennas on the pink Impala
Spent some days planning 'fore we put it in action
Gotta make it happen 'cause I'm for sure gon' have it
They was just laughing, but I kept mashing
Now I've long sped past them to where the cash is
Rainy day stashing, don't hustle backwards
Blessed to reach underground king status
While maintaining relevance for some n***as is a challenge
I'ma break it down for you so you understand it
Jet Life, b*t*h, this is what building a brand is
Just landed in Miami
Louis shorts and some Stan Smiths
She picked me up in her Aston, a little bragging
'Bout how it wasn't her man's sh*t
Mama, I ain't even asking, that sh*t don't matter
Just bring me to my homie crib for weed and a Cuban sandwich
Put that on the set like moving cameras
I put her on the Jet like Louis baggage
I wish you n***as had some type of guidance
OG used to teach you, when you speak, I can tell you ain't the brightest
Why the hell you think I ain't excited?
My life is too for real, full of thrills, up and down, so I don't write it
They told me, "Treat it like chess"
I Louis V all my luggage, these diamonds mean that I'm blessed
I learned a lot from me thugging, this sh*t can change in a sec'
New foreign smashed with the puddles 'cause when it rain, you get wet
I took her and bossed her up, it's hard to f**k with the help
And most of these n***as kids, I'll beat your a** with a belt
I grinded, don't cry at all, I played the hand I was dealt
It's entertainment for y'all, they pay me 'cause I'm myself
When the sun set, I talk to God, I'm grateful, my bag secure
Me failing? Ain't going broke to my homie furious
I'm buying sh*t for my closet, might never wear it
That medicine in me now, I'm feeling cured
She told me to fly her out, now she on the Spirit
I failed, but I'm still successful, look at the wheels
