RMG - Bags & Shoes lyrics

[Verse 1] Calm when I speak, hard as concrete Seven days without prayer make one weak Get it? One week She a young freak with it, unique physique So sweet, so sheek Shopping on Newbury Street at every boutique Brain surgeon, she can headshot 'em for the red bottoms You can never say that head bought 'em Watch Ed spot 'em, fatherless daughters Y'all looking for dimes, not dollars She always by herself, don't need no friends She don't come to play, she come to win When you with her you get emersed Let her choose her purse She don't come in dancing, hear the music first She attracted to you and your wealth She a fire, homeboy, that light itself [Hook] She about bags and shoes Homie, it could get you the blues Let me give you the news That girl about bags and shoes She win, she never lose Pick and choose Any kind of bags and shoes Homie, it could get you the blues Let me give you the news That girl about bags and shoes Pick and choose [Verse 2] Mama told her to be much smarter She somewhere in Nevada, addicted to Prada Ass naked in the Ramada She giving up the whole enchilada Piming ain't easy, hoing is harder Young daughter not knowing her father On the blow up like a martyr She midnight marauder Little bathing suit, she sitting next to the water High fashion, loves smashing Go to war with a pa**ion, end up with a K-ration Vegas, New York, Hollywood - no compa**ion You with her you better cash in Put your foot down, she put her a** in She's a industry masking - everybody asking Who is she? But hunted all real A compliment to her is like a kiss to a meal [Hook]