"Bag Lady" lyrics

Yeah
Phew, phew, phew, phew, phew
Uh, mm, uh, mm, mm, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh
Yeah
You feel that
Ah-ha, ha, yeah

Damn, baby, like your bag, lady, let me tell you somethin' (Tell you somethin')
If you ain't never fucked with no real nigga, better get you one (Get you)
South baby, butter baked baby, I'm Miss Tiffany's son (Tiffany's son)
Daughter not in Cali', bae, let's go half on Jamarion (Oh, baby)
I know she wanna fuck when she be lyin' and sayin' the food is done (Done)
Got me out here speedin' 'til that pussy bumpin' Omarion (Omarion)
She really ain't have a thing for street niggas until I changed her life (Changed her life)
I ain't no trick, but, bah, bah, I buy it if the price is right (Facts)
All these dividends and shit I spend, you act like it ain't shit to you (Why?)
How 'bout we switch it up, lil' baby, step up in my shoes
You ain't gon' do half the shit I did, girl, I promise you (I did, girl, I promise you, phew)
Why-why-why you, why you walk like that and talk like that? Don't say too much, I like it though (Phew)
Bag lady, plus you independent, you my type of ho (My type of ho)
So much cash in your account, got Louis bags all on the floor (On the floor)

So much cash in your account, got Louis bags all on the floor
So much cash in your account, got Louis bags all on the floor
On the floor
So much cash in your account, got Louis bags all on the floor
Damn, baby (Damn, baby), like your— (Let me tell you somethin', sing a song)
Damn, baby (Damn, baby), like your— (Let me tell you somethin', sing a song)
Damn, baby (Damn, baby), like your— (Let me tell you somethin', sing a song)
Damn, baby (Damn, baby), like your— (Let me tell you somethin', sing a song)