Purse - Joey Trap

Akachi in this mother fucker

Yeah (Haha) Uh-huh

Look

She said she need couple racks for the purse, told her go hit the block, ayy

I cannot tell if you love me or hate me, just give me some top, woah

New VVS worth a thousand, I beat it up, Ronda Rousey, yeah

New Gucci shoes, these Italian, hop out the whip, it’s a stallion, yeah

Spent 80 racks on some clothes, yo' bitch won’t leave me alone, woah

I’m might just call her a cab 'cause she’s tryna come to my home, yeah

Wonder what she finna do?

There’s no telling, no

Might just break her lil' back from these racks and all

Might just fuck her then kick her out, next you know

I got money, these niggas can’t touch the floor

I hate when niggas talk, but ain’t doin' shit

If my bro got the Glock, then he shoot the shit

We don’t fuck 'round and cap like you new to this

Bitch, are you new to this?

Uh

She said she need couple racks for her purse, told her go hit the block

Gave her work and told her, «Bring me the profit.»

But be careful cause these niggas is watchin'

Once you made a couple bands, top me

These niggas hatin', ain’t never gon' stop me

I guess you mad cause niggas is poppin'

I get the bag then get to the shoppin', but

She-she said she need couple racks for the purse, told her go hit the block

Aquafina, VVS on my watch

Diamonds dancin', shawty throwin' the top

When you fly as fuck, you niggas gon' hate

Why I always got a meal on my plate?

Niggas starvin' but I get to the cake

Bitch, you gotta get it first or you late, uh

Anyways, I show 'em how to cook

Niggas, I can read 'em like a book

Niggas fishy, they be eatin' off of hooks

Dripped out, draped up, they shook

She said she need couple racks for her purse, told her go hit the block

Gave her work and told her, «Bring me the profit»

But be careful cause these niggas is watchin', like

She said she need couple racks for the purse, told her go hit the block, ayy

I cannot tell if you love me or hate me, just give me some top, woah

New VVS worth a thousand, I beat it up, Ronda Rousey, yeah

New Gucci shoes, these Italian, hop out the whip, it’s a stallion, yeah

Spent 80 racks on some clothes, yo' bitch won’t leave me alone, woah

I’m might just call her a cab 'cause she’s tryna come to my home