Make Up Bag (feat. T.I.)

She madder than a mu'fucker

Shawty badder than a mu'fucker

It's two in the mornin'

I been out all night Patronin'

She's sayin' sorry won't get it

So sorry, can't hit it

'Cause she don't wanna hear me, h-hear me

Don't wanna be near me, n-near me

And she's in the right

'Cause I got makeup all on my collar

Chanel Number 5, it's all in my shirt

But I ain't even holler

She cursin' me out wit' nothin' but her panties on

And I'ma spend all night alone

But it's gon' 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 makeup bag

Drop, drop five stacks on a makeup bag

Louis, Prada, Aramis, Fendi, Valentino

Hell, they all make plenty

Five stacks on a makeup bag

Drop, drop five stacks on a makeup bag

The makeup bag, the makeup bag

The makeup bag, the makeup bag

She packin' all of my shit

Puttin' it all on the left

Shawty's screamin' on me

I think a **** 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 makeup all up on my collar

Chanel Number 5, it's 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 wanna 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 makeup bag

Drop, drop five stacks on a makeup bag

Louis, Prada, Aramis, Fendi, Valentino

Hell, they all make plenty

Five stacks on a makeup bag

Drop, drop five stacks on a makeup bag

The makeup bag, the makeup bag

The makeup bag, the makeup bag

The makeup bag, the makeup bag

The makeup bag, the makeup bag

I ain't waitin' on Cupid, Cupid

****, I do this, do this

Money, power'll change her mind

Hopin' twenty four hours, I do this, do this

Do this, do this

Do this, do this

Do this, do this

Do this

Hey, I get home late, shawty mad

I ain't give a shit, I'm in the club wasted

Minding my own business

They was on me, I can't help broads want me

Let's make up before we go to sleep

What's it gon' be?

Chanel, YSL, Mark Jacobs, Gucci, Louis V

Pick you two or three, and some Harry Winston jewelry

Maybe you'll see one day that this ain't nothing to a G

All I do for you, just a part of me doin' me

See, I don't buy 'em 'cause you mad at me

Swear to god, I just wanna see your sexy ass happy

So if it put a smile on you face, hit the mall

Pick a bag, black card on the way, go

If you ever make your girlfriend mad

Don't let your good girl go bad

Drop five stacks on a makeup bag

Drop, drop five stacks on a makeup bag

Louis, Prada, Aramis, Fendi, Valentino

Hell, they all make plenty

Drop five stacks on a makeup bag

Drop, drop five stacks on a makeup bag

The makeup bag, the makeup bag

The makeup bag, the makeup bag

The makeup bag, the makeup bag

The makeup bag, the makeup bag