Tab Reloaded (feat. Remy Ma)

(Jayohh!) Wooo! Yeah! (Yo!) Ah! Wooo! (Yeah!) Wooo! Gucci store, new Chanel, all of this expensive shit Margiela boots, new Céline, all of this expensive shit Run it up, wind it up on all of this expensive shit Ferrari coupe, Lamborghini, Beemer, Benz and Bentley shit Run up the, run up the tab, run up the, run up the tab Everythin' new edition, erverythin' expensive Run up the, run up the tab, run up the, run up the tab Everythin' new edition, everythin' expensive 'Bout a week ago made like 50 thou' Went to business meeting at Mr. Chow's I ain't takin' no losses, I'm gwinnin' now Time is money, 'bout my business now Mariahlynn, I'm a boss bitch I don't care what it cost, bitch All my diamonds is flawless And all my homegirls is gorgeous It's goin' down like Bernard Hopkins Out in Vegas and I'm car shoppin' M-I-A and I'm bar hoppin' I'm booked bitch and the tour droppin' Wake up and I'm countin' cake Hit 'em with the money gun, shoot 'em in the face Steppin' outside in a Ferragamo lace Hold up, hold up, hold up, wait I don't care 'bout the price I just buy what I like Louboutin with the spikes I just went up on my price I hop in the Lamb and it's lit Pull up and I flex and I dab Just bought some Benz and I'm back I'm up and it's makin' them sick Gucci store, new Chanel, all of this expensive shit Margiela boots, new Céline, all of this expensive shit Run it up, wind it up on all of this expensive shit Ferrari coupe, Lamborghini, Beemer, Benz and Bentley shit Run up the, run up the tab, run up the, run up the tab Everythin' new edition, erverythin' expensive Run up the, run up the tab, run up the, run up the tab Everythin' new edition, everythin' expensive Remy Ma! Yeah! I'ma school these bitches, make 'em pay tuition Ronnie, Bobby, Ricky, Mike, ay'thin' new edition These fake hoes be rentin' and Remy Ma so real Ay'thin' is mine, mine, mine, call me Johnny Gill Bitch, you see these heels, bitch, you see these wheels When I come swipin' that black card, bitch, I ain't got no chill I run up the, run up the tab, I come with the, come with the bag I won, bitch, number one bitch, you angry birds so mad See, I told ya stop playin' with me and ya hoes still playin' Now show love, stop hatin' on me and ya hoes still hatin' What I'm sayin' is "I'm up and you can't do shit" I'm poppin' in real life, on TV and in music Bottles pop and I pop out Cameras flash when I hop out Slayin' foreign fabrics, got foreign habits 'Cause what I'm wearin' is not out You can find us in the store I spend bands when I'm bored Just put marble on the floor I got style you can't afford Gucci store, new Chanel, all of this expensive shit Margiela boots, new Céline, all of this expensive shit Run it up, wind it up on all of this expensive shit Ferrari coupe, Lamborghini, Beemer, Benz and Bentley shit Run up the, run up the tab, run up the, run up the tab Everythin' new edition, erverythin' expensive Run up the, run up the tab, run up the, run up the tab Everythin' new edition, everythin' expensive