Shopping Bags (She Got From You)

Lyrics

[Intro Skit] (We not goin' to JC Penney's, we not goin' to Macy's either) [Hook 1: Daniel Wallace] Shopping bags, they weigh down her arms Popping tags and collars, her charm All them things she got, she got from you All them things she got, she got from you Manolo and Prada's her style Louis, Burberry by the pile All them things she got, she got from you All them things she got, she got from you [Verse 1: Posdnuos] Yo, she know you come to do it, so what'cha want? Candlelight right back atcha Put your credit card through it, she know what to flaunt I handle tight like a master She's the talk on the runway, yeah, she's down to treat The avenue like her catwalk Struck a bit to the gunplay that hounds the street Looks to die for, ask that chalk man for yo' hand Spend it, you live to show All the cash that you can burn What you need is to end it, 'cause you give the dough But get no ass back in return ("Ha, haha, ha!") Stay laughin', straight at you, dawg Best believe you wastin' time Don't deny what's happenin', just clear the fog And achieve you up these lines, yo it goes like – [Hook: Daniel Wallace, (Posdnous)] Shopping bags, they weigh down her arm Popping tags and collars, her charm All them things she got, she got from you All them things she got, she got from you She got from you (She, sh-she, she got it!) She got from you (She, sh-sh, sh-she got it!) [Verse 2: Dave] Her frame goes beyond thick, she got you stunned Living it up off ya pockets Like a dame on a Bond flick, she's not the one To give it up 'til you cop shit Just because she's stacked right, she got your soul Her every wish you now obey You should be on that act-right, but she got control She say "Jump," you scream "Okay! I'm reloaded!" Nigga, you shootin' blanks Tryin' to front like you got game Her crib is sugar coated like she lootin' banks But it's your wallet she done claimed When the limit of ya plastic reaches the end You start payin' in real time She'll be in it for the last bits of money to spend ("Ha, haha, ha!") And you'll be left with dimes While she fillin' up – [Hook: Daniel Wallace] Shopping bags, they weigh down her arms Popping tags and collars, her charm All them things she got, she got from you All them things she got, she got from you Manolo and Prada's her style Louis, Burberry by the pile All them things she got, she got from you All them things she got, she got from you [Outro Refrain: Daniel Wallace, (Posdnous) – with skit in the background] She got from you (She, sh-she, she got it!) She got from you (She, sh-sh, sh-she got it!) She got from you (She, sh-she, she got it!) She got from you (She, sh-sh, sh-she got it!) She got from you (She, sh-she, she got it!) She got from you (She, sh-sh, sh-she got it!)