Bags & Shoes - Ed O.G

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 (?) every 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

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

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 passion, end up with a K-ration

Vegas, New York, Hollywood — no compassion

You with her you better cash in

Put your foot down, she put her ass 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