Make Up Bag - The-Dream, T.I.

She mad that I’m up

Shorty bad that I’m up

It’s two in the morning

I been out all night Patronin'

She sayin', «Sorry won’t get it»

So sorry can’t hit it

She don’t want to hear me, h-hear me

Don’t want to be near me, n-near me

And she’s in the right

'Cause I got make up all on my collar

Chanel Number Five

Is all in my shirt but I ain’t even holler

She cursin' me out with nothin'

But her panties on

And I’ma spend all night alone

But it’s gonna be fine 'cause this works every time

If you ever make your girlfriend mad

Don’t let your good girl go bad

Drop five stacks on a make up bag

Drop, drop five stacks on a make up bag

Louis, Prada, and there’s Fendi

Valentino, hell they all make many

Five stacks on a make up bag

Drop, drop five stacks on the make up bag

The make up bag, the make up bag

The make up bag, the make up bag

She packin' all of my shit

Puttin' it all on the left

Shorty screamin' on me

I think a nigga goin' deaf

If you could see how she lookin'

She can’t stand the sight of me

I wanna be on her

But she don’t wanna be on me

And she’s in the right

'Cause I got make up all on my collar

Chanel Number Five

Is all in my shirt but I ain’t even holler

I’m up all night, she got me sleepin' on the sofa

Just when I think that it’s over, she said

If you don’t want to break-up

Then you know what to do to make-up

If you ever make your girlfriend mad

Don’t let your good-girl go bad

Drop five stacks on a make up bag

Drop, drop five stacks on a make up bag

Louis, Prada, and there’s Fendi

Valentino, hell they all make many

Five stacks on a make up bag

Drop, drop five stacks on a make up bag

The make up bag, the make up bag

The make up bag, the make up bag

The make up bag, the make up bag

The make up bag, the make up bag

I ain’t waitin' on Cupid, Cupid

Nigga, I do this, do this

Money, power change her mind

Up in twenty-four hours, I do this, do this

Do this, do this

Do this, do this

Do this, do this

Do this

I get home late, shawty made I ain’t give a shit

I’m in the club wasted, mindin' my own business

And they was on me, I can’t help the broads want me

Let’s make up before we go to sleep, what’s it gonna be?

Chanel while you sail, Marc Jacobs, Gucci, Louis V.

Pick you two or three and some Harry Winston jewelry

Maybe you’ll see one day that this ain’t nothin' to a G

All I do for you, just a part of me doin' me

See, I don’t buy 'em 'cause you’re mad at me

I swear to God, I just want to see your sexy ass happy

So if it put a smile on your face

Hit the mall, pick a bag, Black Card on the way

If you ever make your girlfriend mad

Don’t let your good-girl go bad

Drop five stacks on a make up bag

Drop, drop five stacks on a make up bag

Louis, Prada, and there’s Fendi

Valentino, hell they all make many

Five stacks on a make up bag

Drop, drop five stacks on a make up bag

The make up bag, the make up bag

The make up bag, the make up bag

The make up bag, the make up bag

The make up bag, the make up bag