Ima Make a Bag - Cookiee Kawaii

RamyOnTheBeat LilJuMadeDaBeat Ayy, yeah Bitch, I'm exquisite, no cheap shit (money) Ahead of these bitches, I lead shit (ahh) Makin' it pop on some freak shit You bring it to me You know I'ma make a bag And make it twerk, twerk, twerk Make that bitch jump You know I'ma make a bag And make it twerk, twerk, twerk Make that bitch jump, ahh I'm at Pappadeuax eating seafood (seafood) Racks in my pocket and a big tool (big tool) The shit that I'm rockin' got red on the bottom Ho, these ain't no cheap shoes (shoes) I really be hustlin', I really be thuggin' (I really be thuggin') I ain't one of these rap dudes (I ain't one of these rap dudes) Diamonds jumpin' out the face of the Audemars Doin' the Michael Jackson kick move (damn) I'ma big dog, you a shih tzu She gon' kick the nigga out 'fore I come through (ah) You ain't been through what I've been through Now I'm up, I'ma gon' ball like Caillou (like Caillou) Achoo, bless me, please don't test me I won't hesitate to bust the Smith and Wesson Dope boys and some killers in my section (right on, right on) You a lame, we ain't fuckin' with you peasants (no) I got big pointers sittin' inside the necklace Reach for my chain, send yo' ass to heaven Shoot first, we don't do the second guessin' (hit it now) Hit his nigga and I bet he get the message I'm in a Maserati truck (skrrt, skrrt) fishbowl nigga I know they ass seein' me but I don't see a soul nigga I'm at Grand Lux eatin' a Caesar salad with my sugar daddy (yeah) Pulled up on me in a big Benz, told me to drive I told him, "Let me have it" No time to play with these niggas, huh After I break 'em, I kick 'em, huh Told him to put me some ice on my neck and my ears if he want me to listen, hey, huh He wanna swim in my lap, huh He tryna get in my snaps, huh I'm tellin' bitches I've been in my bag But now I got the wallet to match, huh He love how I fit in my clothes, huh He love how I talk, I'ma poet, hey He told me he think that he fallin' in love And I told him I'm already knowin', huh I might balance a bitch on these 'enciagas I can't see the haters through these fuckin' Prada's They gon' book me 'cause I bring the pussy poppers And the niggas with money that's poppin' bottles I'ma make a bag and make it twerk I'm finna run up a bag in a skirt They checkin' him but the gun in my purse I'm killin' these hoes and I know that it hurt, ahh Yeah Bitch, I'm exquisite, no cheap shit (money) Ahead of these bitches, I lead shit (ahh) Makin' it pop on some freak shit You bring it to me You know I'ma make a bag And make it twerk, twerk, twerk Make that bitch jump You know I'ma make a bag And make it twerk, twerk, twerk Make that bitch jump, ahh

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

All my haters broke and they mad While I'm laughing to the bank counting cash Do the dash no brakes all gas I know they want to see me crash But I just keep going You gotta kill me to stop me I make it look easy it's really a hobby Got a pretty young freak in my whip getting naughty She got OCD but she giving me sloppy It ain't hard to see that I get to the dollars So it's 30 in the heat I heard they was plotting Rocking thousand dollar jeans but aint shit in your pockets I spent a hundred on these trues but they full of them blue faces Making moves in the loop like shoe laces Cut her off she was way too two faced Got off my ass I was being too patient Now I am addicted to the cash every day I need new paper Chase a bag I ain't chasing no bitch Do the dash on my way to get rich Keep it real I will never switch up Came way too far to give up Ima keep going Won't stop won't quit Until the day I die or get rich Ima keep going Won't stop won't quit Until the day I die or get rich Until the day I die or a get rich Ima chase a bag I ain't chasing no bitch Unless she's chasing a bag too This a song you get money and shake your ass to Ain't no reason to hate when you getting cash too Got to bring out the yellow tape when I passed through Cause I be killing I'll be on the grind until I make hundred million Won't give her no time got Lil Baby in her feelings I apologize but I need a dollar signs They always on my mind Gotta put in overtime Shit At least you know you got a nigga with ambition I don't just talk about it baby I really get it City to city state to state for them racks They see me winning and is making them mad But they don't say nothing or do nothing so fuck it Ima just keep getting money Chase a bag I ain't chasing no bitch Do the dash on my way to get rich Keep it real I will never switch up Came way too far to give up Ima keep going Won't stop won't quit Until the day I die or get rich Ima keep going Won't stop won't quit Until the day I die or get rich Chase a bag chase a bag Yeah the money bag Fiend for it like a drug I'm a money addict So many things I need that I got to have She put her hands on her knees and she throw it back Shake that ass for a real nigga Pop that pussy for a g She do it on the d Got a young nigga going crazy Running through my mind but I still won't chase her Chase a bag I ain't chasing no bitch Do the dash on my way to get rich Keep it real I will never switch up Came way too far to give up Ima keep going Won't stop won't quit Until the day I die or get rich Ima keep going Won't stop won't quit Until the day I die or get rich

לא יכולה היא בלעדיך, כמו אוויר לנשימה בשבילה אתה גן עדן, כמו האור לנשמה מול כולם תהיה לוחמת, גם אם אתה בחוץ אשם כי בעיניה אצלך, תמיד הכל שלם אתה אוצר מפרי גניה, בין כל היופי הקיים והאושר בפניך, בעיניה כל הזמן שתמיד תצעד קדימה, תנצח את כולם כי אין כמוה אין כמו אמא, אמא, אמא בעולם. אם תיפול פתאום בדרך, היא תהיה הראשונה בשבילה אתה הפרח, מאלוקים במתנה היא תמיד תרוץ אליך ותשבור חומות גלים אם תחשוב שבעיניך קצת עצוב לך בפנים אתה אוצר מפרי גניה בין כל היופי הקיים והאושר בפניך, בעיניה כל הזמן שתמיד תצעד קדימה, תנצח את כולם כי אין כמוה אין כמו אמא, אמא, אמא בעולם. אמא, אמא בעולם.