Lyrics Birkin Bag - FSG Rell

You be in ya bag all year
You be in ya bag
For real
Bring it back aye
Bring it back aye
Lil shawty bring it back aye
Bring it back cause you know what you got fat

You be in ya bag
You be in ya bag all year
You be in ya bag
In ya Birkin Bag all year
You be in ya, Birkin Bag, baby tell me where you at aye
Bring it back aye
Lil baby bring it back aye
Looking back cause you know what you got fat
You with him, but baby I know where you at

Bitch I'm the man, bitch I'm the man, I thought you knew this
You got a man, you got a man but that na useless
She leaving with me, and not with you lil mama she choosing
Look at ya face and look at my waist, watch stupid
You stayed down when everybody else was hating
When they ain't want me, we was building up you patient
All this jewelry on my neck you got to take it
And you ain't walking around untouched you'll get a face lift
You was slim thick uhh, now you slim tight uhh
You was out of shape yeah, now that thing right uhh
Don't let us get alone, we be all night
Can't just hit it once, got to hit it twice
See you on ya shit I could change ya life
Know you like to smoke, we rolling woods tonight
Know you like to rock them twelves
Bussed down Louie Belt
And when I call, I call you mine I want you to myself

You be in ya bag
You be in ya bag all year
You be in ya bag
In ya Birkin Bag all year
You be in ya, Birkin Bag, baby tell me where you at aye
Bring it back aye
Lil baby bring it back aye
Looking back cause you know what you got fat
You with him, but baby I know where you at

Some people want me dead
I got to keep my head
Why was you never there, You was M-I-A
You was never real
Had me in my feels
I was lost, was so confused, you had me chasing thrills
You ain't got pay no bills
Me and you chasing mil's
I ain't got trap no pills
Fuck around sign new deals
I ain't got no trap no pills naw
Trying to have you up in my arms
I can be right and still be wrong
You was my woman not my jawn
I got a new bitch
She in my new whip
Smoother then cool whip
Fashion exclusives
Thats how we do shit
Baby I shoot shit
Just let me rule shit
I can not lose this
If you want to show ya body
Baby show body
Ya ex was lame about it
I ain't that lame about it
I bet you snatching souls
You like a pot of gold
Face like amber rose
You my antidote

You be in ya bag
You be in ya bag all year
You be in ya bag
In ya Birkin Bag all year
You be in ya, Birkin Bag, baby tell me where you at aye
Bring it back aye
Lil baby bring it back aye
Looking back cause you know what you got fat
You with him, but baby I know where you at