Lyrics of Louis gucci fendi

(lola monroe)
Monroe...what up, los?
(los)
What it do, luv?
(lola)
What you want me to do?
(los)
You already know, get em!
(lola)
Let's go!
Beamer, benz or bentley interior decked in fendi/
Grill sittin' pretty, kimora, aoki, ming lee/
Rims pokin' out like some silicon sittin' fitties/
Drop them grands, they have them fittin' now niggas wanna come get me.
Lipstick rims like them ? by a lesi/
But its something bout a chevy, when i give him that becky/
Keep him bustin like he runnin', never petty like a penny/
When he want it ain't no "lemme" he just say it and go hammy.
He go ape shit on me, fuck me to a coma/
Say the pussy taste like candy and it got a sweet aroma/
I said "you might need a soda", he said "i dont need a chaser"/
Took a shot and then he said "the only thing i chase his paper".
Take a breaker like a raker but i bake it like baker/
I be flippin' like my daddy stay up for that fuckin paper, pay her/
I am misses blanco i need all that gwapaponzo/
Check the beamer, benz or bentley sittin' outside of my condo.
Yah!