Bags lyrics

[Chorus: Lil Scrappy]
I got a bad b*tch, 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, n*gga, 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 motherf*ckers mad 'cause a b*tch bad
Boss sh*t (Boss sh*t), boss b*tch (Boss b*tch)
A.K.A I'm that motherf*ckin' bottom b*tch
Don't play no games, stay in your line
Jump this sh*t for a motherf*ckin' piece of change
Excuse me, dawg, this for my real hoes
Blowin' loud with my b*tches and my kinfolk
[Chorus: Lil Scrappy]
I got a bad b*tch, 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, b*tch, no question
Cornbread thick, call her "Lil Miss Texan"
She don't like it when a motherf*cker stay trippin'
b*tch, 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 sh*ttin' on them hoes without sayin', "I'm sorry," cuz
[Chorus: Lil Scrappy]
I got a bad b*tch, 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