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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
David Jude Jolicoeur
David Jude Jolicoeur
Vocals
Kelvin Mercer
Kelvin Mercer
Vocals
Daniel Wallace
Daniel Wallace
Additional Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Jude Jolicoeur
David Jude Jolicoeur
Songwriter
Kelvin Mercer
Kelvin Mercer
Songwriter
Vincent Mason
Vincent Mason
Songwriter
Otis Jackson Jr
Otis Jackson Jr
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Madlib
Madlib
Producer
Brian Garten
Brian Garten
Recording Engineer
Justin Shturtz
Justin Shturtz
Assistant Engineer
David Brown
David Brown
Assistant Engineer
Gimel Keaton
Gimel Keaton
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Shopping bags, they weigh down her arm
Poppin' tags and collars, her charm
All them things she got, she got from you
All them things she got, she got from you
Manolo and Prada's her style
Louis, Burberry by the pile
All them things she got, she got from you
All them things she got, she got from you
[Verse 2]
Yo, you know you come to do it
So watcha want, candlelight might flick at 'cha
Put your credit card to it, she know what to flaunt
I handle tight like her master, she used to taunt on the runway
Yeah's she's down the tree, the avenue like her catwalk
Struck a bit to the gunplay that hounds the street
Looks to die for, ask that chalk man for yo' hand
Spend it, you live to show all the cash that you can burn
What you need to do is end it 'cause you give the dough
But get no ass back in return (Ha, ha-ha)
Stay laughin' straight at you dog
Best believe, you waistin' time, don't deny what's happenin'
Just plan to fall and achieve few of these lines
Yo, it's goes like
[Verse 3]
Shopping bags, they weigh down her arm
Poppin' tags and collars, her charm
All them things she got, she got from you
All them things she got, she got from you
She got from you (She got it)
She got from you (She got it)
[Verse 4]
Her frame goes beyond thick, she got ya stunned
Livin' it up off the pockets, like a dame on a Bond flick
She's not the one to give it up till you cop shit
Just because she's stacked right, she got you sold
Her every wish you now obey
You should be on that, act right, but she got control
She say, "Jump" You scream ("Okay, I'm reloaded")
****, you shootin' blanks tryin' to front like you got game
Her crib be sugar coated like she lootin' banks
But it's your wallet she done claimed
When the limit of your plastic reaches the end
You start payin' for your time
She'll be in it for the last bit of money to spend (Ha, ha-ha)
And you'll be left with dimes while she fillin' up
[Verse 5]
Shopping bags, they weigh down her arm
Poppin' tags and collars, her charm
All them things she got, she got from you
All them things she got, she got from you
Manolo and Prada's her style
Louis, Burberry by the pile
All them things she got, she got from you
All them things she got, she got from you
She got from you (She got it)
She got from you (She got it)
She got from you (She got it)
She got from you (She got it)
She got from you (She got it)
She got from you (She got it)
Written by: David Jude Jolicoeur, Kelvin Mercer, Otis Jackson Jr, Vincent Mason
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