Saturday, May 22, 2010

LYRIC : Fabolous Ft. The Dream - Throw It In The Bag

























Fabolous Ft. The Dream - Throw It In The Bag


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[Verse 1: The-Dream]
Now I know you ain't over there starin at my girl
Yea I know you ain't over there starin at my girl
Nigga I know you dont call yourself hollarin at my girl
I know you dont call yourself hollarin at my girl
Keepin tha baton, Louie Vuttion
Gucci down to her feet,yup just like me
Im the one, with them ones
Fxxk the price on the tag
Just throw it in the bag

[Chorus: The-Dream]
Un-huh un-huh un-huh
Just throw it in the bag
Un-huh un-huh un-huh
Just throw it in the bag

[Verse 2: Fabolous]
Look at price tags
Where they do that at
Heard that in ATL
When you in ATL
Just ask my baby girl
I treat my lady well
Ain't nothin soso
But I know JD well
We in them benzes, black white gray C.L.
Got niggas askin did we miss a mercedes sell?
Shit, I wish it was, but Even though it wasnt
We still doing donuts and I'm half a dozen
They call me crispy cream, my style is crispy clean
I drive some chicks on these crews, thats some crispy jeans
Ask how much?
Now what I look like?
Said I'm from Brooklyn, what it look like?
I get it cause I got it
I got it so I get it
I gave shortie some til she say, Oh I get it!
And now that you got it
Put it in the bag
Write your number down
Just put it on the tab

[Chorus: The-Dream]
Un-huh un-huh un-huh
Just throw it in the bag
Un-huh un-huh un-huh
Just throw it in the bag
Un-huh un-huh un-huh
Just throw it in the bag
Un-huh un-huh un-huh
Just throw it in the bag

[Verse 3: Fabolous]
See I know what I'ma tell her
The same thing that the bankrobber told the teller
Just throw it in the bag
Thats the way it suppose to be
A real nigga posed to help you out with the groceries
Just throw it in the bag
Paper or plastic its safer to ask it
So dent that nigga I will pay for the casket
That remy ma got you talkin plenty huh
Broke ass nigga couldnt buy the mini bar
So get with loso
He aint got to know so
I'm a gentlemen I send a bottle of that rose dough
Oh you gotta men well u need a richer one
Meet me in the parking lot, the plates say getchu1
Meet me at the register
I'm there on the regular
They just price checkin
You can help them in a second
As we proceed to getchu what you need
Like we breakin down the weed
Just throw it in the bag

[Chorus: The-Dream]
Un-huh un-huh un-huh
Just throw it in the bag
Un-huh un-huh un-huh
Just throw it in the bag
Un-huh un-huh un-huh
Just throw it in the bag
Un-huh un-huh un-huh
Just throw it in the bag

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