[Intro: J. Cole]

Heh, oh yeah, yeah

Gon' turn me up some more

Uh-huh, uh-huh

[Verse 1: J. Cole]

Got a young chick from the hood, Southside

Pops never let her outside

Nigga knew the type of shit she was up against

Little did he know the shit was gon' backfire

Cause she act quiet, got baptized

Sang in the choir, but the thing she desired

Was a older nigga show her how to be a freak

The young girl's in heat, it's deep

She sneaking out, off the leash

On the streets at night when the freaks is out

Butterfly tat on her back that she tried to hide

Until her father found her secret out

Now he flipping out, he kicked her out

She living on her own and it's vicious out

Years go by now I got her in my room

And I'm thinking of the best way to kick her out

It's cold

[Chorus: Fabolous]

Cause all she ever talks about is Louis, Louis

All she ever talk about is Louis Vuitton

And nigga, I can't fuck with her no more, ayo, ayo

I said Louis, Louis

All she ever talk about is Louis, Louis

All she ever talk about is Louis Vuitton

And nigga, I can't fuck with her no more, ayo, ayo

[Verse 2: J. Cole]

I told the bitch somebody stole my Rollie

She talking 'bout "Me too"

I came through with the brand new Louis bag

She talking 'bout "Me too"

L.A. on my next flight, you guessed right

She saying "Me too"

Now everybody meet Ms. Me Too

Goddamn, be you

And if that is you, you so shallow

You're on a boat that won't travel

Won't float and won't paddle

If I go broke, it won't matter

This stupid ass shit don't make me

I been poor, it won't break me

You're so caught up on material shit

We both knowing that you can't even get

[Chorus: Fabolous]

I mean Louis, Louis

All she ever talk about is Louis, Louis

All she ever talk about is Louis Vuitton

And nigga, I can't fuck with her no more, ayo, ayo

I said Louis, Louis

All she ever talk about is Louis, Louis

All she ever talk about is Louis Vuitton

And nigga, I can't fuck with her no more, ayo, ayo

[Verse 3: Fabolous]

She was standing at the baggage claim

First thought: "Gotta bag this dame"

Not knowing she was one of them

"Check what your baggage name" types

Anyway, I'm happy that it came off the belt

Damier joint same as the belt

She look like she came on herself

Shorty, you should be ashamed of yourself

I'm checking out her cute face, thin little waist line

She checking out my suitcase, like the bitch half canine

Could've took her number, but that'd be like taking bad advice

When you look at her, you're looking at a price

As I walked away, she said "That's a nice..."

[Chorus: J. Cole]

Louis, Louis

All she ever talk about is Louis, Louis

All she ever talk about is Louis Vuitton

And nigga, I can't fuck with her no more, ayo, ayo

I mean Louis, Louis

All she ever talk about is Louis, Louis

All she ever talk about is Louis Vuitton

And nigga, I can't fuck with her no more, ayo, ayo

[Verse 4: Fabolous]

You know the ones that'll order the lobster

Go for the champagne

Don't care what you do, but you better do the damn thing

If you wanna win the campaign

Cause her company just ain't cheap

What y'all probably ain't peep

You can't keep a shallow bitch if your pockets ain't deep

So I try to be slick, ain't reserve no dinner

Ain't take her to the club, had her meet me at the bar

Let her walk in, peep her from afar

Gotta let her know, can't keep her in the dark

Cause she will run the tab up if you let her

And I thought I knew better

'Til she say "Let me start with a double shot

Hey, bartender, let me get a..."

[Chorus: J. Cole]

Louis, Louis

All she ever talk about is Louis, Louis

All she ever talk about is Louis Vuitton

And nigga, I can't fuck with her no more, ayo, ayo

I mean Louis, Louis

All she ever talk about is Louis, Louis

All she ever talk about is Louis Vuitton

And nigga, I can't fuck with her no more, ayo, ayo

[Outro: Fabolous]

Aye just in case you didn't know that

That Louis XIII is like $150 a shot

I can't fuck with her no more man