Louis Vuitton, Jimmy Choo, that's on you (ha) New Chanel, Saint Laurent, Gucci bag (huh, ha) Diamonds on my neck, frozen tears (tears) Bad bitches gettin' wet, here Yeah, don't call me 'til the checks clear (clear) Iced out (stylist), no stylist

Bag alert, major bag alert (major) Bag alert, major bag alert, yeah (bag) Bag alert, major bag alert (bag) Plain Patek, plain Jane, fill it with ice (ice) Save ya check, you don't know the price (no) Pull up, McLaren with wings Pull up and spread my

Baby, would you shake it for some cash? (shake it) Don't play, we go drummin' for that bag (boh-boh) I slap her ass then I dab Runnin' to that bag (woah-woah) We be goin' for that bag (oh-oh) I smack her ass like that (that) Only want the head if she

I like the way you work it No diggity, I gotta bag it up Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo, hey yo She's got class and style Shorty get down, good Lord Baby got 'em open all over town Strictly biz, don't play around Cover much ground, got game by the pound

If she ever do it, she gon' do it for the bag All you rappers ain't safe, uh Good girl gon' bad, you gon' do your thing Yeah, bought a new white Wraith, last night, nearly crashed it Spinning out on the highway, 720 in the ass Bad bitch in the passenger,

Dance to the music Keep on dancin' to the music Keep on dancin' for the thing If them Joneses hey, us alone Then them Stoner-bag get it on And that's why, girl, me and you Get along, girl, easy to Keep on dancin' don't you hear I sing Take the floor

'Cause you're sweet 'Cause you're sweet like cocoa But all you wanna do is the coco Hangin' out with you is a no go Runnin up, all this cake Bag it up, then come right away Sak pase, YSL 'Cause you're sweet, what's your status? Might hit your address, if

By the rivers of my mem'ry It's knowing that your door is always open And your path is free to walk That makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag Rolled up and stashed behind your couch And it's knowing I'm not shackled By forgotten words and bonds And the

Baa, baa, black sheep Have you any wool? Yes sir, yes sir Three bags full One for the master One for the dame And one for the little boy Who lives down the lane Three bags full.

Oh oh ah ah hey hey The carbonation in my drink The bubbles rise while my heart sinks And I'll I tend to do is think of you Was it easier to pack your bags And book that flight to Paris as The plane began to move that afternoon When all the trains have