| What’s up Brooklyn? What’s up son? |
| (What's up Fabo?) |
| Aye man, I got that black AmEx with me |
| A.K.A. that «Throw It In The Bag» card |
| (Radio Killa), yeah |
| Now I know you ain’t over there staring at my girl |
| Yeah, I know you ain’t over there staring at my girl |
| Nigga, I know you don’t call yourself hollering at my girl |
| Now I know you don’t call yourself hollering at my girl |
| I keep her in Louboutin, 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 |
| Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh |
| Just throw it in the bag |
| Ladies, y’all ready to go shopping? |
| Neiman Marcus on me and all that? |
| Yeah, come on then |
| Look at price tags, where they do that at? |
| Heard that in A-T-L, when I’m in A-T-L |
| Just ask my baby gal, I treat that lady well |
| Ain’t nothing so-so, and I know J.D. well |
| A couple Benzes, black, white, gray C. L |
| Got niggas 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 Louis 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? |
| Son 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, daddy do the duffle |
| Bag full of chips, we ain’t talking Ruffles |
| See, I know what I’mma tell her |
| The same thing that the bank robber told the teller -- |
| Just throw it in the bag |
| That’s the way it supposed to be |
| A real nigga 'posed 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 nigga, I will pay for the casket |
| That Remy Mar' got him spitting plenty bars |
| Broke ass nigga, couldn’t buy the mini bar |
| So get with Loso, he ain’t got to know so |
| Such a gentleman, dozen bottles of that Rose Mo' |
| Oh you got a man? Well, you need a richer one |
| Meet me in the parking lot, the plates say «GET U 1» |
| Meet me at the register, I’m there on the regular |
| Them niggas price checking, you can help them in a second |
| As we proceed to give you what you need |
| Like we breaking down the weed |
| Shorty, throw it in the bag |