Make Up Bag (feat. T.I.)

She mad that I'm up Shorty bad that I'm up It's two in the morning I been out all night Patronin' She sayin', "Sorry won't get it" So sorry can't hit it She don't want to hear me, h-hear me Don't want to be near me, n-near me And she's in the right 'Cause I got make up all on my collar Chanel Number Five Is all in my shirt but I ain't even holler She cursin' me out with nothin' But her panties on And I'ma spend all night alone But it's gonna be fine 'cause this works every time If you ever make your girlfriend mad Don't let your good girl go bad Drop five stacks on a make up bag Drop, drop five stacks on a make up bag Louis, Prada, and there's Fendi Valentino, hell they all make many Five stacks on a make up bag Drop, drop five stacks on the make up bag The make up bag, the make up bag The make up bag, the make up bag She packin' all of my shit Puttin' it all on the left Shorty screamin' on me I think a nigga goin' deaf If you could see how she lookin' She can't stand the sight of me I wanna be on her But she don't wanna be on me And she's in the right 'Cause I got make up all on my collar Chanel Number Five Is all in my shirt but I ain't even holler I'm up all night, she got me sleepin' on the sofa Just when I think that it's over, she said If you don't want to break-up Then you know what to do to make-up If you ever make your girlfriend mad Don't let your good-girl go bad Drop five stacks on a make up bag Drop, drop five stacks on a make up bag Louis, Prada, and there's Fendi Valentino, hell they all make many Five stacks on a make up bag Drop, drop five stacks on a make up bag The make up bag, the make up bag The make up bag, the make up bag The make up bag, the make up bag The make up bag, the make up bag I ain't waitin' on Cupid, Cupid Nigga, I do this, do this Money, power change her mind Up in twenty-four hours, I do this, do this Do this, do this Do this, do this Do this, do this Do this I get home late, shawty made I ain't give a shit I'm in the club wasted, mindin' my own business And they was on me, I can't help the broads want me Let's make up before we go to sleep, what's it gonna be? Chanel while you sail, Marc Jacobs, Gucci, Louis V. Pick you two or three and some Harry Winston jewelry Maybe you'll see one day that this ain't nothin' to a G All I do for you, just a part of me doin' me See, I don't buy 'em 'cause you're mad at me I swear to God, I just want to see your sexy ass happy So if it put a smile on your face Hit the mall, pick a bag, Black Card on the way If you ever make your girlfriend mad Don't let your good-girl go bad Drop five stacks on a make up bag Drop, drop five stacks on a make up bag Louis, Prada, and there's Fendi Valentino, hell they all make many Five stacks on a make up bag Drop, drop five stacks on a make up bag The make up bag, the make up bag The make up bag, the make up bag The make up bag, the make up bag The make up bag, the make up bag