You already know what it is, you got another one, boy ATL, yeah Just throw it in the bag What's up, Brooklyn? What's up, son? What's up, Cabo? Hey, man, I got that black Amex with me A.K.A. that throw it in the bag card Ready? Yeah, I know you ain't over there staring at my girl Yeah, I know you ain't over there staring at my girl Yeah, girl, I know you don't call yourself hollerin' at my girl I know you don't call yourself hollerin' at my girl He puttin' the batons, Louis Vuitton Gucci down to her feet, yeah, just like me I'm the one, with them ones *** the price on the tag Just throw it in the bag Oh, oh, oh, oh Ladies, y'all ready to go shoppin'? Just throw it in the bag Leave me muffins on me and on a lap Oh, oh, oh, oh Yeah, come on, niggas Just throw it in the bag Look at price tags, where they do that at? Heard that in ATL, when I'm in ATL Just ask my baby gal, I treat that lady well Ain't nothin' so-so, and I know JD well A couple Benzes, black, white, Graciel Got niggas lookin' like they we missin' Mercedes-Benz Don't wonder what I do, just know they pay me well They keep that Gucci and that Louis on my labial That's the way we feel, must be nice, man You with the right man, you ain't got a price scan Or ask how much, not 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 Mommy do the speedy, daddy do the duffle Bag full of chips, we ain't talkin' ruffles Oh, oh, oh, oh Just throw it in the bag Oh, oh, oh, oh Just throw it in the bag Oh, oh, oh, oh Just throw it in the bag Oh, oh, oh, oh Just throw it in the bag See, I know what I'ma tell her The same thing that the bank robber told her tell her Just throw it in the bag That's the way it's supposed to be A real nigga supposed to help you out with the groceries Just throw it in the bag Paper or plastic, it's safe for the askin' So debt that nigga, I will pay for the casket That Remy Mar got him spittin' plenty bars Broke-ass nigga couldn't buy the minibar Said, get with Lozo, he ain't gotta know-so Such a gentleman, dozen bottles of that Rosemoe Oh, you got a man, well, you need a richer one Meet me in the parking lot, the plates say, get you one Meet me at the register, I'm there on the regular Them niggas price checkin', you can help them in a second As we proceed to give you what you need Like we breakin' down the weeds Just throw it in the bag Oh, oh, oh, oh Just throw it in the bag Oh, oh, oh, oh Just throw it in the bag Oh, oh, oh, oh Just throw it in the bag Oh, oh, oh, oh Just throw it in the bag Everybody to the throw it in the bag Ay, throw it in the bag Everybody to the throw it in the bag Ay, throw it in the bag Everybody to the throw it in the bag Ay, throw it in the bag Everybody to the throw it in the bag Ay, throw it in the bag Oh, oh, oh, oh Just throw it in the bag Oh, oh, oh, oh Just throw it in the bag Oh, oh, oh, oh Just throw it in the bag Oh, oh, oh, oh Just throw it in the bag