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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fabolous
Fabolous
Vocals
The-Dream
The-Dream
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Terius Nash
Terius Nash
Songwriter
John Jackson
John Jackson
Songwriter
Christopher Stewart
Christopher Stewart
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The-Dream
The-Dream
Producer
Tricky Stewart
Tricky Stewart
Producer
Jordan "DJ Swivel" Young
Jordan "DJ Swivel" Young
Mixing Engineer
Chris 'TEK' O'Ryan
Chris 'TEK' O'Ryan
Engineer
Brian "B. Luv" Thomas
Brian "B. Luv" Thomas
Engineer
Ken "Duro" Ifill
Ken "Duro" Ifill
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
You already know what it is
We got another one, boy
A-T-L
Just throw it in the bag
What's up, Brooklyn? What's up, son?
What's up Fabo?
Hey, man, I got that black AMEX with me
AKA that "Throw it in the bag" card
Yeah
[Verse 2]
Now I know you ain't over there staring at my girl
(Yeah, I know you ain't over there staring at my girl)
****, I know you don't call yourself hollering at my girl
(I know you don't call yourself hollering at my girl)
I keep her in Lou' Vuitton, 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
[Verse 3]
Ladies, y'all ready to go shopping?
(Just throw it in the bag)
Neiman Marcus on me and all that
Yeah, come on then
(Just throw it in the bag)
[Verse 4]
Look at price tags, where they do that at?
Heard that in ATL, when I'm in ATL
Just ask my baby girl, I treat that lady well
Ain't nothing so-so, and I know JD well
A couple Benzes, black, white, grey CL
Got **** 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 Louie 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?
Said 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, and daddy do the Duffle
Bag full of chips, we ain't talking Ruffles
[Verse 5]
Just throw it in the bag)
Just throw it in the bag
Just throw it in the bag
Just throw it in the bag
[Verse 6]
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's supposed to be
A real **** supposed 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 ****, I will pay for the casket
The Remy Mar' got 'em spitting plenty bars
Broke ass **** couldn't buy the minibar
So get with Loso, he ain't got to know so
Such a gentlemen, dozen bottles of that Rose Mo'
Oh you got a man, well you need a richer one
Meet me in the parking lot, the place say get you one
Meet me at the register, I'm there on the regular
Them **** price checkin', you can help them in a second
As we proceed to get you what you need
Like we breaking down the weed
Shorty, throw it in the bag
[Verse 7]
Just throw it in the bag
Just throw it in the bag
Just throw it in the bag
Just throw it in the bag
[Verse 8]
Everybody do the throw it in the bag
Aye, throw it in the bag
Everybody do the throw it in the bag
Aye, throw it in the bag
Everybody do the throw it in the bag
Aye, throw it in the bag
Everybody do the throw it in the bag
Aye, throw it in the bag
[Verse 9]
Just throw it in the bag
Just throw it in the bag
Just throw it in the bag
Just throw it in the bag
Written by: Christopher "Tricky" Stewart, Fabolous, John Jackson, The-Dream
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