De La Soul — Shopping Bags She Got From You

(We not goin' to JC Penney's, we not goin' to Macy's either) [Hook 1: Daniel Wallace] Shopping bags, they weigh down her arms 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 [Verse 1: Posdnuos] Yo, she know you come to do it, so what'cha want Candlelight right back atcha Put your credit card through it, she know what to flaunt I handle tight like her master She's the talk on the runway, yeah she's down the 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, haha, ha) Stay laughin', straight at you dawg 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 [Hook: 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 She got from you, she, sh-she, she got it She got from you, she, sh-sh, sh-she got it [Verse 2: Dave] Her frame goes beyond thick, she got you stunned Living 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 shit Just because she's stacked right, she got your soul Her every wish you now obey You should be on that act-right but she got control She say "Jump", you scream "Okay! I'm reloaded!" Nigga, 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, haha, ha) And you'll be left with dimes While she fillin' up [Hook: Daniel Wallace] Shopping bags, they weigh down her arms 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 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*}