Joey Trap - Purse lyrics
[Joey Trap - Purse lyrics]
Akachi in this mother fucker
Yeah (Haha) Uh huh look
She said she need couple racks for
A purse, told her go hit the block, ayy
I cannot tell if you love me or hate
Me, just give me some top, woah
New VVS worth a thousand, I
Beat it up, Ronda Rousey, yeah
New Gucci shoes, these Italian, hop out
The whip, it's a stallion, yeah
Spent 80 racks on some clothes, yo'
Bitch won't leave me alone, woah
I'm might just call her a cab 'cause
She's tryna come to my home, yeah
Wonder what she finna do? There's no telling
No might just break her lil' back
From this flexing though
Might just fuck her then kick her out
Next you know i got money
These niggas can't touch the flow
I hate when niggas talk, but ain't doin' shit
If my bro got the Glock
Then he shoot the shit
We don't fuck 'round and cap
Like you new to this
Bitch, are you new to this? Uh
She said she need couple racks for a purse
Told her go hit the block
Gave her work and told her
"Bring me the profit"
But be careful cause these niggas is watchin'
Once you made a couple bands, top me
These niggas hatin', ain't never gon' stop me
I guess you mad cause niggas is poppin'
I get the bag then get to the shoppin', but
She-she said she need couple
Racks for a purse, told her go hit the block
Aquafina, VVS on my watch
Diamonds dancin', shawty throwin' the top
When you fly as fuck, you niggas gon' hate
Why I always got a meal on my plate?
Niggas starvin' but I get to the cake
Bitch, you gotta get it first or you late, uh
Anyways, I show 'em how to cook
Niggas, I can read 'em like a book
Niggas fishy, they be eatin' off of hooks
Dripped out, draped up, they shook yeah
She said she need couple racks for her purse
Told her go hit the Target
Gave her work and told her
"Bring me the profit"
But be careful cause these
Niggas is watchin', like
She said she need couple racks for a
Purse, told her go hit the block, ayy
I cannot tell if you love me or
Hate me, just give me some top, woah
New VVS worth a thousand, I
Beat it up, Ronda Rousey, yeah
New Gucci shoes, these Italian, hop out
The whip, it's a stallion, yeah
Spent 80 racks on some clothes, yo'
Bitch won't leave me alone, woah
I'm might just call her a cab 'cause
She's tryna come to my home
Yeah (Haha) Uh huh look
She said she need couple racks for
A purse, told her go hit the block, ayy
I cannot tell if you love me or hate
Me, just give me some top, woah
New VVS worth a thousand, I
Beat it up, Ronda Rousey, yeah
New Gucci shoes, these Italian, hop out
The whip, it's a stallion, yeah
Spent 80 racks on some clothes, yo'
Bitch won't leave me alone, woah
I'm might just call her a cab 'cause
She's tryna come to my home, yeah
Wonder what she finna do? There's no telling
No might just break her lil' back
From this flexing though
Might just fuck her then kick her out
Next you know i got money
These niggas can't touch the flow
I hate when niggas talk, but ain't doin' shit
If my bro got the Glock
Then he shoot the shit
We don't fuck 'round and cap
Like you new to this
Bitch, are you new to this? Uh
She said she need couple racks for a purse
Told her go hit the block
Gave her work and told her
"Bring me the profit"
But be careful cause these niggas is watchin'
Once you made a couple bands, top me
These niggas hatin', ain't never gon' stop me
I guess you mad cause niggas is poppin'
I get the bag then get to the shoppin', but
She-she said she need couple
Racks for a purse, told her go hit the block
Aquafina, VVS on my watch
Diamonds dancin', shawty throwin' the top
When you fly as fuck, you niggas gon' hate
Why I always got a meal on my plate?
Niggas starvin' but I get to the cake
Bitch, you gotta get it first or you late, uh
Anyways, I show 'em how to cook
Niggas, I can read 'em like a book
Niggas fishy, they be eatin' off of hooks
Dripped out, draped up, they shook yeah
She said she need couple racks for her purse
Told her go hit the Target
Gave her work and told her
"Bring me the profit"
But be careful cause these
Niggas is watchin', like
She said she need couple racks for a
Purse, told her go hit the block, ayy
I cannot tell if you love me or
Hate me, just give me some top, woah
New VVS worth a thousand, I
Beat it up, Ronda Rousey, yeah
New Gucci shoes, these Italian, hop out
The whip, it's a stallion, yeah
Spent 80 racks on some clothes, yo'
Bitch won't leave me alone, woah
I'm might just call her a cab 'cause
She's tryna come to my home