Bags

Lyrics

[Chorus: Lil Scrappy] I got a bad bitch, and she stupid fine She a vampire, I think she read minds She like to shop and got her own cash She like clothes, but really loves bags All she want is bags (She get what she want) All she want is bags (She get what she want) Red-bottom high heels to match her bags (She get what she want) All she want is bags (She get what she want) All she want is bags (She get what she want) Stupid, stupid dresses to match her foolish bags [Post-Chorus: Chinky Brown & Rasheeda] All I want is bags, all I want is bags (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) Buy me a bag, and I'ma hop back (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) All I want is bags, all I want is bags (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy; Yeah, yeah) Buy me a bag, and I'ma hop back (Rasheeda, baby) [Verse 1: Rasheeda] Cash You got that Louis, you got that Birkin If you ain't got them racks, nigga, it ain't even workin' (No) Monday on Giuseppes, Tuesday on the Loubies Don't need a butt the way these True Religions hug the booty (Okay) Got my swag, don't mean to brag Got these motherfuckers mad 'cause a bitch bad Boss shit (Boss shit), boss bitch (Boss bitch) A.K.A I'm that motherfuckin' bottom bitch Don't play no games, stay in your line Jump this shit for a motherfuckin' piece of change Excuse me, dawg, this for my real hoes Blowin' loud with my bitches and my kinfolk [Chorus: Lil Scrappy] I got a bad bitch, and she stupid fine She a vampire, I think she read minds She like to shop and got her own cash She like clothes, but really loves bags All she want is bags (She get what she want) All she want is bags (She get what she want) Red-bottom high heels to match her bags (She get what she want) All she want is bags (She get what she want) All she want is bags (She get what she want) Stupid, stupid dresses to match her foolish bags [Verse 2: Lil Scrappy] Minute maid challenger ridin' down Cleveland Ave (Yeah, yeah) Gettin' to the money, got them boppers on speed dial (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Shawty independent, but she said she still wants some (Yeah, yeah) Chick bought another bag, same color, coconut (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Man, she a blessing, bitch, no question Cornbread thick, call her "Lil Miss Texan" She don't like it when a motherfucker stay trippin' Bitch, I ball hard like my name Blake Griffin Louis start spending, Gucci, 'Sacce, Fendi I'm finna cash out, she like, "Hold up, I ain't finished" She stuntin' on Lorenzi, hoppin' out the 'Rarri She shittin' on them hoes without sayin', "I'm sorry," cuz [Chorus: Lil Scrappy] I got a bad bitch, and she stupid fine She a vampire, I think she read minds She like to shop and got her own cash She like clothes, but really loves bags All she want is bags (She get what she want) All she want is bags (She get what she want) Red-bottom high heels to match her bags (She get what she want) All she want is bags (She get what she want) All she want is bags (She get what she want) Stupid, stupid dresses to match her foolish bags