Louis Bags Lyrics by Kanye West ft. Jack Harlow

[Chorus: Kanye West]
(We did it, we did it, Joe!)
I stopped buying Louis bags after Virgil passed
I stopped buying Louis bags after Virgil passed
I stopped buying Louis bags after Virgil passed
I stopped buying Louis bags after Virgil passed
I'm in the Louis store with a Gucci mask
I'm in the Louis store with a Gucci mask
I'm in the Louis store with a Gucci mask
I stopped buying Louis bags after Virgil passed

[Verse 1: Kanye West]
If we ain't doin' business
There won't be no business
If we ain't doin' business
There won't be no business
If we ain't doin' business
There won't be no business
If we ain't doin' business
There won't be no business
Pick ...?, um
Pick another one and let it, um
Find another ...? and let it, um
Fine life and I couldn't-, um
I'm not gonna lie, I couldn't move
Couldn't even if I wanted to
Couldn't scare me if it haunted you
I'ma do what I wanna do
What you look like in that nasty Louis bag?
Remember I ain't ...?, too
What you look like in that nasty Louis bag?
We stopped buying Louis bags after Virgil passed

[Chorus: Kanye West]
I stopped buying Louis bags after Virgil passed
I stopped buying Louis bags after Virgil passed
I stopped buying Louis bags after Virgil passed
I stopped buying Louis bags after Virgil passed
I stopped buying Louis bags after Virgil passed
I stopped buying Louis bags after Virgil passed

What you look like in that nasty Louis bag?
We stopped buying Louis bags after Virgil passed
I stopped buying Louis bags after Virgil passed
I stopped buying Louis bags after Virgil passed
What you look like in that nasty Louis bag?
We stopped buying Louis bags after Virgil passed
(We did it, we did it, Joe!) Ayy

[Verse 2: Jack Harlow]
I'm my lil' cousin's favorite cousin
I gave 'em all my number and
My phone ain't stopped buzzin'
They listen to my songs and
Say their parents hate the cussin'
They asked if I was nervous on TV or if I wasn't
They asked me if it's true
That I don't go to church
"My daddy said you don't
But then I guess you'd know"
I been thinkin' about goin'
Though, I might let you know
One day, I'll bring you to my concert
If they let you go
Pumpin' gas alone in Texico
Hopin' I don't get approached
Don't know if it's clear
Until I check the coast
All these rappers dyin'
I don't wan' be one that's next to go
Paranoia tickin' in my head
Just like a metronome
I can't walk around like Jack
That wore the spectacles
I shook the hands, took the pictures
Made myself accessible
Threw the parties, showed love
Kept it all respectable
Tried to give you something
You ain't had before but
It's all over
They got the drop on my life
It's all over
All this pressure on me
They'd wish I'd fall over
Too bad I'm a winner like fall over
I dropped, uh, heat in February
Cocky tweets in February
All-Star weekend with the court-side seats in February
I'm the champ', you come second like the E in February
All that humble shit was fake
Now, can we keep it legendary?
Please!