Girl, this game can’t last forever, why
We can’t live together? Try
Don’t let him take your love from me
You’re no good, can’t you see
Brother Louie, Louie, Louie
Yo, Dieter, Dieter, Dieter, look, no offense
But I think people don’t even know what you meant with that song back then
Start over, let’s show how we do it in 2017! Let’s go!
I got style, I got money
I wear Louis, Louis, Louis
Your wife strips
For a Louis, Louis, Louis
She’s rich, I like it
And if this were The Jungle Book
I’d be King Louie, Louie, Louie
Shoes by Louis, Louis, Louis
Belt by Louis, Louis, Louis
Everything on me is plaid
I don’t give a sh*t about undercover
Shoes by Louis, Louis, Louis
Belt by Louis, Louis, Louis
And I got no manners
Yeah! Germany’s looking for its superstar and here I am
All my women are willing even in their sleep
The scarf wasn’t cheap, cashmere is pricey
Maybe I’m not Kay at all, but Manuel Neuer
Cash like a footballer
You think the bills are purple by accident?
You think life was nice in a housing project?
I just thought, someday I’ll make it out!
Parking ticket, don’t give a sh*t how I park
A Benz is a Benz and can park anywhere
A gold-plated K as hood emblem
True, I was hard to raise
But already a star in daycare as a kid
You see, every year I come back
I diss mercilessly like Dieter
I got style, I got money
I wear Louis, Louis, Louis
Your wife strips
For a Louis, Louis, Louis
She’s rich, I like it
And if this were The Jungle Book
I’d be King Louie, Louie, Louie
Shoes by Louis, Louis, Louis
Belt by Louis, Louis, Louis
Everything on me is plaid
I don’t give a sh*t about undercover
Shoes by Louis, Louis, Louis
Belt by Louis, Louis, Louis
And I got no manners
Yeah! Louis here, Louis there, Louis almost everywhere
You sing to me, I think you’re nuts
Such a sh*tty voice, such a sh*tty look
You can leave without a recall slip
Tell me which other judge
Drove to a casting in an Aventador?
I polarize and do what I want
Your perfect world? Nah, man, I don’t fit the picture
I always tie my dates to the bed
And I’ve got two money cases as carry-on
My way, I’m damn direct
People wonder if this man has Tourette
Stuck in you like a sex toy, baby
Admit this kind of thing turns you on
I’m like Thomas, just different
I got style, I got money
I wear Louis, Louis, Louis
Your wife strips
For a Louis, Louis, Louis
She’s rich, I like it
And if this were The Jungle Book
I’d be King Louie, Louie, Louie
Shoes by Louis, Louis, Louis
Belt by Louis, Louis, Louis
Everything on me is plaid
I don’t give a sh*t about undercover
Shoes by Louis, Louis, Louis
Belt by Louis, Louis, Louis
And I got no manners