Lyrics:
got it like that
Can I have it like that?
You got it like that
So, drop ya purse, and grab ya hips
And act like ya tryin' to get this money right
got it like that
Can I have it like that?
You got it like that
So, drop ya purse, and grab ya hips
And act like ya tryin' to get this money right
this bitch
And I got my Bs with me like some honey in this bitch, you dig?
I got my gun in my boo purse
And I don't bust back, because I shoot first
money, gangsta shows
Gangsta purse, gangsta shoes, gangsta verse
We the bitches that the gangstas thirst
Gangsta song, gangsta brawn, gangsta thong
We
think about it it could be worse
To get it together gotta put God first
May not have a dime in your pocket or your purse but
Get your praise on
Just think
Formula 1, la pista e' mi course
Gucci Louis es la purse, ja
I might just pop me a Perc (a perc)
Todo' me miran, I work (I work)
Aquí salimo' del dirt
Tonya (yeah, she gon' tell you)
I spent 20 G's just on one purse
I'm gettin' at that llama (and that's on God)
I came straight from that mothafuckin'
(Helluva made this beat, baby)
She asked for a purse, I'm like, "You ain't go to the funeral?"
She said, "What you mean?" I'm like, "That shit
I wake up, my head hurts
But she got a couple blunts and Percocets in her purse
I can't front, I want first
If she got the good bag, I'ma pay what
to Austin Powers then I copped a Spur (yeah)
Her neck on Eiffel Tower, does she bite, yes sir (yeah)
I fucked 'round and put diamonds on her goddamn purse
way (nah)
I don't listen, I don't listen, nothing with a purse say
'Cause I don't trust women, 'specially ones that's born on a birthday
I got
that?
(You got it like that)
Can I have it like that?
(You got it like that)
So drop your purse and grab your hips (Uh huh)
And act like you tryin' to get
We got London on the track
From stuffing rocks in my Polo socks
From stuffing rocks in my ho lil bra, stash
From in her purse to in her house, yeah
Put you in my plastic purse
Zip it up and I'll make you feel worse
Oh, I wanna put you in the dirt
But you would probably like that
Right?
Too
make it twerk for me (twerk)
You get a purse from me (whoa whoa)
Eighty thousand dollars for her Birkin (eighty thousand)
You get a verse for free
surely blood rivers
All the people that lurking in dominions of a hot Turk dish
If elephants are reaching for our purses,
Then meet me after the world
shirt and my sneakers
I get in my feelings and
Start buying purses for eaters
I turn all the hurt to believers
I don't fuck with rappers
Ain't sellin' no
you buy a purse but ain't fuck for me
It's the ass shots you got up in the butt for me
It's the how you rob a nigga without a gun for me
How you keep
is perfect (mwah)
She told me, "Talk to her nice"
Poppin' these Perkies and buyin' these purses (pop 'em)
Take-Take-Takeoff
She want a Birkin, I
(Shit touch souls, AJ, that beat touch a nigga soul)
Wake up, grab my lip gloss, purse, and gun, yeah, that's my starter kit
Pussy-ass nigga, you
the end?
It was just a purse
It was just a purse, then again
I never seen a purse
Get took as personal as this
Don't make it worse
Don't make it worse
song
Had your airplane bottles from your purse out
Had a country mile smile every first down
Last thing on my mind was the football
Watchin' you,
her
Caramel skin, I make her supper
Drank a four or a six, every time I pour out the syrup
Suck a nigga dick and you can get you a purse (woah)
know it ain't worth it
Prada on all of these purses
Nowadays I feel like I'm worthless
Stop now before you get nervous
Back off, you know it ain't worth
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