I have this table in my new house. They put this table in without asking. It was some weird nouveau riche marble table, and I hated it. But it was literally so heavy that it took a crane to move it. We would try to set up different things around it, but it never really worked. I realized that table was my ego. No matter what you put around it, under it, no matter who photographed it, the douchebaggery would always come through.

I could still do a suit, I just wouldn't have done that exact lapel situation.

Just know that if you want to be a boxer you're going to get your face beaten constantly but then you may end up being a Mayweather or an Ali at the end of the day.

I wake up every day trying to give something back to you that you can rock to and be proud of.

I know I've been called the Louis Vuitton Don ... I've been called a lot of names ... Due to what happened, so severely, when the red shoes hit the runway, I was forced to change my name to Martin Louis Vuitton the King, Jr. Address me as such.

I love nudity. And I love beautiful shapes.

Turn that 62 to 125, 125 to 250, 250 to half a million, ain't nothing nobody can do with me.