Paroles Sorry 4 What? // LV BELT par Tory Lanez

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

So f**kin' serious, you n***as' delirious
Said it wit' exclamation, but n***as can't f**k wit' me, period
B*t*h, right off the back, 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 b*t*hes and still can't even answer a text
Yeah, we in the spot, we won't give it a rest
They be sayin' that that liquor gon' catch up to you
N***a, it ain't caught up to me yet
I hit the road, I look like the mayor
Countin' up fifties and twentiеs and tens
I'm out of state, they givе me a ten
Ballin' again, again, again, again, again
Ballin' again, again, again, again, again
That was the plan again, b*t*h, I'm the man again
Walk out of Louis, it look like a mannequin
All the store management wanna know how much I spend, I spend, yeah
I don't f**k wit' her, she fiesty
All of the n***as that's wit' me are shiesty
This is the reason these n***as don't like me, yeah
I gotta win, I gotta hit from the back when it's pricy
I gotta fly out the trappers to sight-see
She wanna f**k wit' a R&B singer
I hit her, I ducked her, I sent her to Nyce B
I'm on a roll like the motherf**kin' dice be
I'm catchin' pu**y like I'm Jerry Rice
I'm catchin' pu**y 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 on me, sing to five
Ex callin' up my phone, f**kin' up the vibe
Tonight's not the night, tonight's not the—
Yeah (Yeah), f**k that b*t*h, yeah (Uh)
Hop on the couch, yeah (Yeah), take me a flick, yeah (Uh)
Louis V belt, yeah (Yeah), Louis V belt, yeah (Uh)
F**k that b*t*h, yeah (Yeah)
Hop on the couch, yeah (Yeah), take me a flick (Woah), yeah (Yeah)
Louis V belt, yeah (Oh, oh, oh), Louis V belt (Louis V), yeah
Louis V belt, yeah (Louis V), Louis V belt (Louis V), yeah (Louis V)