Bought a big Birkin bag yesterday
I bought a big Birkin bag yesterday
We getting cream
Getting cash
Getting paid
I seen ya bitch
I pulled ya bitch
I'm getting laid
Woah
Woah
Woah
You can check the tag
When I'm walking out the store
Pass K the gas
Give me my cup
I'm in the zone
I'm with the bros
And you know they let it go
Woah
Woah
Woah
These niggas gone hate
You can pay me for the flow
Front a rack when
I'm walking in the door
Got me a rack
Hit a lick
I need some more
I'm talking that rich shit
Pull up I next year whip
Rolling with your baby mama
But she's my bitch bitch
I ain't really rocking with the drama
You can keep that shit trick
All my niggas getting play
But I ain't with the games
Ain't f*cking with a lame nigga
Hit a lick just to claim figures
My niggas bust bang triggers
Don't let me let the gang get ya
Stussy all on my t-shirt
F*ck her good of the brown liquor
Used to have to make the streets work
Big bands got me living better
Get the cash
Get the cash
Get the cash
Yea
Use a hundred dollar bill
To whip my ass yea
I ain't trynna stack up shit I blow it fast yea
I blow it fast
Hey
Bought a big Birkin bag yesterday
I bought a big Birkin bag yesterday
We getting cream
Getting cash
Getting paid
I seen ya bitch
I pulled ya bitch
I'm getting laid
Woah
Woah
Woah
You can check the tag
When I'm walking out the store
Pass K the gas
Give me my cup
I'm in the zone
I'm with the bros
And you know they let it go
Let me talk to them real nice
All my niggas sip real white
But I'm on that clean ice
Seen a little bitch on that coca
So I did a line
I can't really see my rollie
But I hope it tell the time
Take a trip
Private jets
I need cups
Yes I sip
I keep one on my hip
Let off one you gone dip
Got a little bad bitch f*cking with me
She brought her friends
So my bros getting gleem
I do not do no more shit for the free
Need all my checks so you catching a fee
Like woah
Bought a big Birkin bag yesterday
I bought a big Birkin bag yesterday
We getting cream
Getting cash
Getting paid
I seen ya bitch
I pulled ya bitch
I'm getting laid
Woah
Woah
Woah
You can check the tag
When I'm walking out the store
Pass K the gas
Give me my cup
I'm in the zone
Eddie Lee - Reloaded Lyrics
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Bought a big Birkin bag yesterday
I bought a big Birkin bag yesterday
We getting cream
Getting cash
Getting paid
I seen ya bitch
I pulled ya bitch
I'm getting laid
Woah
Woah
Woah
You can check the tag
When I'm walking out the store
Pass K the gas
Give me my cup
I'm in the zone
I'm with the bros
And you know they let it go
Woah
Woah
Woah
These niggas gone hate
You can pay me for the flow
Front a rack when
I'm walking in the door
Got me a rack
Hit a lick
I need some more
I'm talking that rich shit
Pull up I next year whip
Rolling with your baby mama
But she's my bitch bitch
I ain't really rocking with the drama
You can keep that shit trick
All my niggas getting play
But I ain't with the games
Ain't f*cking with a lame nigga
Hit a lick just to claim figures
My niggas bust bang triggers
Don't let me let the gang get ya
Stussy all on my t-shirt
F*ck her good of the brown liquor
Used to have to make the streets work
Big bands got me living better
Get the cash
Get the cash
Get the cash
Yea
Use a hundred dollar bill
To whip my ass yea
I ain't trynna stack up shit I blow it fast yea
I blow it fast
Hey
Bought a big Birkin bag yesterday
I bought a big Birkin bag yesterday
We getting cream
Getting cash
Getting paid
I seen ya bitch
I pulled ya bitch
I'm getting laid
Woah
Woah
Woah
You can check the tag
When I'm walking out the store
Pass K the gas
Give me my cup
I'm in the zone
I'm with the bros
And you know they let it go
Let me talk to them real nice
All my niggas sip real white
But I'm on that clean ice
Seen a little bitch on that coca
So I did a line
I can't really see my rollie
But I hope it tell the time
Take a trip
Private jets
I need cups
Yes I sip
I keep one on my hip
Let off one you gone dip
Got a little bad bitch f*cking with me
She brought her friends
So my bros getting gleem
I do not do no more shit for the free
Need all my checks so you catching a fee
Like woah
Bought a big Birkin bag yesterday
I bought a big Birkin bag yesterday
We getting cream
Getting cash
Getting paid
I seen ya bitch
I pulled ya bitch
I'm getting laid
Woah
Woah
Woah
You can check the tag
When I'm walking out the store
Pass K the gas
Give me my cup
I'm in the zone
I bought a big Birkin bag yesterday
We getting cream
Getting cash
Getting paid
I seen ya bitch
I pulled ya bitch
I'm getting laid
Woah
Woah
Woah
You can check the tag
When I'm walking out the store
Pass K the gas
Give me my cup
I'm in the zone
I'm with the bros
And you know they let it go
Woah
Woah
Woah
These niggas gone hate
You can pay me for the flow
Front a rack when
I'm walking in the door
Got me a rack
Hit a lick
I need some more
I'm talking that rich shit
Pull up I next year whip
Rolling with your baby mama
But she's my bitch bitch
I ain't really rocking with the drama
You can keep that shit trick
All my niggas getting play
But I ain't with the games
Ain't f*cking with a lame nigga
Hit a lick just to claim figures
My niggas bust bang triggers
Don't let me let the gang get ya
Stussy all on my t-shirt
F*ck her good of the brown liquor
Used to have to make the streets work
Big bands got me living better
Get the cash
Get the cash
Get the cash
Yea
Use a hundred dollar bill
To whip my ass yea
I ain't trynna stack up shit I blow it fast yea
I blow it fast
Hey
Bought a big Birkin bag yesterday
I bought a big Birkin bag yesterday
We getting cream
Getting cash
Getting paid
I seen ya bitch
I pulled ya bitch
I'm getting laid
Woah
Woah
Woah
You can check the tag
When I'm walking out the store
Pass K the gas
Give me my cup
I'm in the zone
I'm with the bros
And you know they let it go
Let me talk to them real nice
All my niggas sip real white
But I'm on that clean ice
Seen a little bitch on that coca
So I did a line
I can't really see my rollie
But I hope it tell the time
Take a trip
Private jets
I need cups
Yes I sip
I keep one on my hip
Let off one you gone dip
Got a little bad bitch f*cking with me
She brought her friends
So my bros getting gleem
I do not do no more shit for the free
Need all my checks so you catching a fee
Like woah
Bought a big Birkin bag yesterday
I bought a big Birkin bag yesterday
We getting cream
Getting cash
Getting paid
I seen ya bitch
I pulled ya bitch
I'm getting laid
Woah
Woah
Woah
You can check the tag
When I'm walking out the store
Pass K the gas
Give me my cup
I'm in the zone
Writer: Alexander Powell
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid