Spice – Duffle Bag Lyrics

Intro
Let me see that bag if you got it
Got, got, got, got it
Let me see that bag if you got it

Verse 1
I pop this booty when I see the Duffle Bag
I make it clap when he pull them rubber band
Shake for the cash
Shake for the stach
Broke I ain’t f**k with you
I tell you straight facts
When I walk out bitches pass out
B*tty rider I got my *ss out
Nigga see me take him stock out
I’ve enough of those elastic band out
Shake my *ss to the beat Gucci on my feet
Inna di club bumper up and down
Pon the grung, a so me beat
I drop this booty when I see the stock
In the Rolls Royce and I laid back
Rolex on my wrist going tick tock
Price tag when I shop, don’t Spend my money like Christie Walton
Paper on the floor thats what I walk on
Every day on the phone that me they talk on
B*tches mad cause they still used coupons

Chorus
See that bag if you got it
Stocks can’t fit your pocket
See that bag if you got it
Stocks can’t fit your pocket
See that bag if you got it
Stocks can’t fit your pocket
See that bag if you got it
Stocks can’t fit your pocket

Verse 1
Mhmmmmmmmmm
I pop this booty when I see the Duffle Bag
I make it clap when he pull them rubber bandz
Let me see the stocks
You got to have the stocks
Broke I ain’t f**k with you
I tell you straight facts
Look at me I’m flashy
Yeah, Gucci Versace
Drop this ass I drive him crazy
Ain’t no wh*re, I ain’t that trashy
Yuh nuh like me
Me nuh give a bl**dclaat
Dash money make it stuck in a yuh face like wart
Wah check out but your money short
A nuh me make me have weh you want
VIP I get
I sip Sipronie on my jet
I love much money
Just as much as Cardi B love off sex
You hate my lifestyle because I live so spoil
I got a big stock pile
Check out my profile
Ain’t got time to smile
Am counting these coil
Broke *ss b*tch ain’t seen this for a while

(Repeat Chorus)

(verse 2)
Me a hype caah me bag full a nuff money
When dutty gal see me dem envy me
Me nuh like dem
Me team nuh hungry
Stock pile up a dat kill me enemy
Me nuh know bout you
But me got it like that
Me nuh beg, me nuh barrow, me nuh sponge nor squat
Caah me card game loud and me bank book fat
Boss b*tch deal wid it like a diplomat
Walking in the club like a Vicki model
Its not my birthday but a pure sparkle
Waitress a come with ten bottle
Yeah, b*tch check my table

(Repeat Chorus)

(Repeat Chorus)

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