De La Soul - Shopping Bags (She Got From You) lyrics

(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 a** 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 sh** 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!" n***a 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]