P P3RK - Birkin Bags

Yea
Yea yea
Yea

I got Birkin bags piled up in the Jag when I skirt off
All the hoes lose it when I take my shirt off
Got a lot of money not a lot time
If you wastin' either then it sure as fuck bet not be mine

I've been chasing everything I asked for from the start off
Some niggas wasn't with me they got cut off
Thank the lord everyday that He allow me to get off
Cuz I know it's a sin to be this fuckin raw
I've seen bitches doing dirty things all because of that bag
I got niggas from my city hating and I know that they mad
Cuz they see me doing what I love and they know that they can't
I got too much talent momma said it didn't come from my dad
My bad nigga but you honestly already knew that
I'ma pile my money up so that it's taller than Shaq
You niggas going broke because you always throwing out racks
To purchase shit you can't afford and that shit ain't no cap

Said it before I'm a Merk city villain
If you didn't hear me then you prolly need to fuckin listen yea
Yea

I got Birkin bags piled up in the Jag when I skirt off
All the hoes lose it when I take my shirt off
Got a lot of money not a lot time
If you wastin' either then it sure as fuck bet not be mine
I got Birkin bags piled up in the Jag when I skirt off
All the hoes lose it when I take my shirt off
Got a lot of money not a lot time
If you wastin' either then it sure as fuck bet not be mine

Yea

Written by:
Preston Perkins

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