(We not goin to JC Penney's, we
not goin to Macy's either)

[Chorus: Daniel Wallace]
Shopping bags they weigh down her arm arms
Popping 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

[Posdonus]
Yo she know you come to do it, so what'cha want want?
CandelightCandle light might flick at'cha
Put your credit card to it, she know what to flaunt
Her handle tight like a master
She used to taunt on the runway,enter deleted
yeah she's down to tree
The avenue like her catwalk
Struck a bit to the gunplay, gun play, that housing street
looksLooks to die for, ask that chalk man for yo' handenter added
Spend it, you live to show
All the cash that you can burn
What you need is to end it, cause 'cause you give the dough
But get no ass back in return {*HA, HA HA*}
Stay laughin, laughin', straight at you dog
Best believe, you wastin wastin' time
Don't deny what's happenin, happenin', just clear the fog
And achieve you a peace line, yo it goes like
[Chorus] - 1/2Shopping bags they weigh down her arms
Popping tags and collars her charm
[Daniel Wallace]All them things she got, she got from you
All them things she got, she got from you
She got from you, she, sh-she, she sh-sh-she got it
She got from you, she, sh-sh, sh-she sh-sh-she got it

[Dave]
Her frame goes beyond thick, she got you stunned
LivinLivin' it up off the pop hits
Like a dame on a Bond flick, she's not the one
To give it up 'til you cop shit
Just because she's stacked right, she got your soul
Her every wish you now obey
You should be on that actright, act right, but she got control
She say jump jump, you scream, okay I'm reloaded
"OKAY! I'M RELOADED!"
Nigga you shootin shootin' blanks
TryinTryin' to front like you got game
Her crib is sugar coated, like she lootin lootin' banks
But it's your wallet wallet, she done claimed
When the limit of your plastic, reaches the end
You start payin 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 while she fillin fillin' up
[Chorus]Shopping bags they weigh down her arms
Popping 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

[Daniel Wallace]
She got from you, she, sh-she, she sh-sh-she got it
She got from you, she, sh-sh, sh-she sh-sh-she got it
She got from you, sh-sh-she got it
{*ad libs and chickenheads to fade*}She got from you, sh-sh-she got it
She got from you, sh-sh-she got it
She got from you, sh-sh-she got it