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
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
yo she know you come to do it
so what'cha want
candelight might flick at'cha
put your credit card to it
she know what to flaunt
her handle tight like a master
she used to taunt on the runway
yeah she's down to tree
the avenue like her catwalk
struck a bit to the gunplay
that housing 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
stay laughin
straight at you dog
best believe
you wastin time
don't deny what's happenin
just clear the fog
and achieve you a peace line
yo it goes like
she got from you
she
sh-she
she got it
she got from you
she
sh-sh
sh-she got it
her frame goes beyond thick
she got you stunned
livin it up off the pop hits
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 actright
but she got control
she say jump you scream
okay! i'm reloaded!"