Throw It In the Bag (feat. The-Dream)

You already know what it is (ah) We got another one boy (A-T-L, yeah) Just throw it in the bag What's up Brooklyn? What's up son? What's up Fabo? Ay man (oh), I got that black Amex with me A.K.A. that "Throw It In The Bag" card Radio Killa (yeah) Now I know you ain't over there staring at my girl Yeah, I know you ain't over there staring at my girl Nigga, I know you don't call yourself hollering at my girl Now I know you don't call yourself hollering at my girl I keep her in Louboutin, Louis 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 Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh (ladies, y'all ready to go shopping?) Just throw it in the bag (Neiman Marcus on me and all that?) Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh (yeah, come on then) Just throw it in the bag Look at price tags, where they do that at? Heard that in A-T-L, when I'm in A-T-L Just ask my baby gal, I treat that lady well Ain't nothing so-so, and I know J.D. well A couple Benzes, black, white, gray C.L Got niggas looking like, "Did we miss a Mercedes sale?" Don't wonder what I do, just know they pay me well They keep that Gucci and that Louis on my labi-el's That's the way we feel, must be nice, man You with 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 In Miami, they say, "Don't stop, get it, get it" Mami, do the Speedy, daddy do the duffle Bag full of chips, we ain't talking Ruffles Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh Just throw it in the bag Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh Just throw it in the bag Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh Just throw it in the bag Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-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 supposed 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 Rémy Mar' got him spitting plenty bars Broke ass nigga, couldn't buy the mini bar So get with Loso, he ain't got to know so Such a gentleman, dozen bottles of that Rose Mo' Oh, you got a man? Well, you need a richer one Meet me in the parking lot, the plates say "GET U 1" Meet me at the register, I'm there on the regular Them niggas price checking, you can help them in a second As we proceed to give you what you need like we breaking down the weed Shorty, throw it in the bag Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh Just throw it in the bag Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh Just throw it in the bag Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh Just throw it in the bag Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh Just throw it in the bag Everybody, do the throw-it-in-the-bag Hey, throw it in the bag Everybody, do the throw-it-in-the-bag Hey, throw it in the bag Everybody, do the throw-it-in-the-bag Hey, throw it in the bag Everybody, do the throw-it-in-the-bag Hey, throw it in the bag Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh Just throw it in the bag Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh Just throw it in the bag Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh Just throw it in the bag Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh Just throw it in the bag