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  • 作词 : Kelvin Mercer/Vincent Mason/David Jolicoeur/Otis Lee Jackson, Jr.
    作曲 : Kelvin Mercer/Vincent Mason/David Jolicoeur/Otis Lee Jackson, Jr.
    (We not goin to JC Penney's, we not goin to Macy's either) [Chorus: Daniel Wallace]
    Shopping bags they weigh down her arm
    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
    Candelight 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, yeah she's down to tree
    The avenue like her catwalk
    Struck a bit to the gunplay, that housing street looks to die for, ask that chalk man for yo' hand
    Spend it, you live to show
    All the cash that you can burn
    What you need is to end it, cause you give the dough
    But get no ass back in return {*
    HA, HA HA*}
    Stay laughin, straight at you dog
    Best believe, you wastin time
    Don't deny what's happenin, just clear the fog
    And achieve you a peace line, yo it goes like [Chorus] - 1/2 [Daniel Wallace]
    She got from you, she, sh-she, she got it
    She got from you, she, sh-sh, sh-she got it [Dave]
    Her frame goes beyond thick, she got you stunned
    Livin 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 ****
    Just because she's stacked right, she got your soul
    Her every wish you now obey
    You should be on that actright, but she got control
    She say jump you scream, "OKAY! I'M RELOADED!"
    ***** you shootin blanks
    Tryin to front like you got game
    Her crib is sugar coated, like she lootin banks
    But it's your wallet she done claimed
    When the limit of your plastic, reaches the end
    You start 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 she fillin up [Chorus] [Daniel Wallace]
    She got from you, she, sh-she, she got it
    She got from you, she, sh-sh, sh-she got it {*ad libs and chickenheads to fade*}
  • 作词 : Kelvin Mercer/Vincent Mason/David Jolicoeur/Otis Lee Jackson, Jr.
    作曲 : Kelvin Mercer/Vincent Mason/David Jolicoeur/Otis Lee Jackson, Jr.
    (We not goin to JC Penney's, we not goin to Macy's either) [Chorus: Daniel Wallace]
    Shopping bags they weigh down her arm
    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
    Candelight 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, yeah she's down to tree
    The avenue like her catwalk
    Struck a bit to the gunplay, that housing street looks to die for, ask that chalk man for yo' hand
    Spend it, you live to show
    All the cash that you can burn
    What you need is to end it, cause you give the dough
    But get no ass back in return {*
    HA, HA HA*}
    Stay laughin, straight at you dog
    Best believe, you wastin time
    Don't deny what's happenin, just clear the fog
    And achieve you a peace line, yo it goes like [Chorus] - 1/2 [Daniel Wallace]
    She got from you, she, sh-she, she got it
    She got from you, she, sh-sh, sh-she got it [Dave]
    Her frame goes beyond thick, she got you stunned
    Livin 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 ****
    Just because she's stacked right, she got your soul
    Her every wish you now obey
    You should be on that actright, but she got control
    She say jump you scream, "OKAY! I'M RELOADED!"
    ***** you shootin blanks
    Tryin to front like you got game
    Her crib is sugar coated, like she lootin banks
    But it's your wallet she done claimed
    When the limit of your plastic, reaches the end
    You start 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 she fillin up [Chorus] [Daniel Wallace]
    She got from you, she, sh-she, she got it
    She got from you, she, sh-sh, sh-she got it {*ad libs and chickenheads to fade*}