Rich The Kid - Louie Coat

[Intro: Rich the Kid]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (M-M-M-Murda)

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
Fuck a bitch with my mask on
I ain't broke, I got racks on
In the pussy with wax then I'm back home
Tell my bitch, "Don't hit me on the trap phone" (What?)
Put a bitch in a jet or a big old boat
Want a band for the pussy? Then it must be dope
Airport with a gun, I forgot I tote
Why I spent seven racks on a Louis coat?

[Verse 1: Rich The Kid]
She said the pussy is power
Gimme head when I'm fresh out the shower
Bitch fuck me for an hour
Your bitch smell like clam chowder
I'm in the club with the firepower
I took his lil' bitch, now he super sour
Young nigga ball like Dwight Howard
Young nigga high like a real tower
Hold on, hold on, hold on, pop a Molly, I sweat
I'ma fuck my lil' bitch on a big old jet
I ain't did no show, I need a big old check
Back to the trenches we go, for sure, my plug got 'za for the low
I ain't even tryna rap no more, niggas fake, where the real ones go?
We used to trap at the hotel, motel, now we sell albums for retail
I [?] check in my bio for details
Niggas livin' for the clout, I get it, he'll die to be on Akademiks
Gettin' money like I motherfuckin' print it, in the Maybach, king seat in it
Roll out the red carpet when I'm walkin'
Baby mama broke, just stalkin'
This is my real life, ain't just talkin'
I put a half a milli' in a coffin
'Cause I sleep with the money, I'ma die with the money
Always laughin', but ain't shit funny
Big old bankroll, ain't no choice