Throw It In The Bag lyrics

We got anotha one boy
(ATL, just throw it in the bag)
Wassup Brooklyn? Wassup son? Wassup Fabo, a man
I got that black Amex wit me, aka that throw it the bag card, yeah

Now I know you ain't over there starin' at my girl
Yeah, I know you ain't over there starin' at my girl
Nigga, I know you don't call yourself hollarin' at my girl
I know you don't call yourself holarin at my girl

I keep her in Louboutin, Louie Vuitton
Gucci down to her feet, yup, just like me
I'm the one with them ones
Fuck the price on the tag, just throw it in the bag

Un-huh, un-huh, un-huh, just throw it in the bag
Un-huh, un-huh, un-huh, just throw it in the bag

Look at price tags where they do that at
Heard that in ATL when I'm in ATL
Just ask my baby girl, I treat that lady well
Ain't nothin' soso and I know JD Well

A couple Benzes, black white gray CL
Got niggas lookin' like, did we miss a Mercedes sale?
Don't wonda what I do, just know they pay me well
They keep that Gucci and that Louie on my la-b-els

That's the way we feel, must be nice, man
You wit the right man, you ain't gotta price scan or ask how much
Now what I look like
Son I'm from Brooklyn, what it look like

You get it 'cause I got it, I got it, so you get it
Do like Luke say, don't stop, get it, get it
Mami do the speedie, daddy do tha duffle
Bag full of chips, we ain't talkin' ruffles
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Un-huh, un-huh, un-huh, just throw it in the bag
Un-huh, un-huh, un-huh, just throw it in the bag
Un-huh, un-huh, un-huh, just throw it in the bag
Un-huh, un-huh, un-huh, just throw it in the bag

See I know what I'ma tell her
The same thing that the bank robber told the teller
Just throw it in the bag, that's the way it suppose to be
A real nigga posed to help you out with the groceries

Just throw it in the bag, paper or plastic, it's safer to ask it
So dead that nigga, I will pay for the casket
That Remy Mar got him spittin' plenty bars
Broke ass nigga couldn't buy the mini bar

So get with Loso, he ain't got to no so
Such a gentlemen dozen bottles of that rose mo
Oh, you gotta man, well you need a richa one
Meet me in the parking lot, the place say get u one

Meet me at the register, I'm there on the regular
Them niggas price checkin', you can help them in a second
As we proceed to give you what you need
Like we breakin' down the weed, shorty, just throw it in the bag

Un-huh, un-huh, un-huh, just throw it in the bag
Un-huh, un-huh, un-huh, just throw it in the bag
Un-huh, un-huh, un-huh, just throw it in the bag
Un-huh, un-huh, un-huh, just throw it in the bag

Everybody do the throw it in the bag
Ay, do the throw it in the bag
Everybody do the throw it in the bag
Ay, do the throw it in the bag
Everybody do the throw it in the bag
Ay, do the throw it in the bag