Throw It In The Bag

[Chorus: The-Dream & Lil Wayne]

She all on me 'cause all I do is

Ride around in Bentley coupés

Got no needs, she got me

Buying her them Fendi shoes

All we do is shop until we drop

All—All—All—All—All—

All we do is shop until we drop

Right there in the floor

She all on me 'cause all I do is

Ride around in Bentley coupés

Got no needs, she got me (Yeah)

Buying her them Fendi shoes

All we do is shop until we drop (No Ceilings, baby)

All—All—All—All—All—

All we do is shop until we drop

Right there in the floor

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]

Okay, swimming in Polo, sleeping in Jordans

I bought her cell phone and I don't even much call it

New imports make her feel important

No bullshit, nigga, no Ben Gordon

Get her information, take her on vacation

Give her dope dick; now, she under the sedation

Wake her in the morning, breakfast where she slept at

Tell her, "Go shopping"; I can't wait 'til she get back

Louis flip-flops and a pair of pink sweatpants

She wear that on my jet, I fuck her after jet lag

I take her to the vet 'cause she a bad bitch

You can't be broke and happy, so, me—I'm mad rich

I'm talking Young Money shit, she love the way I think

L’Oreal all over my bathroom sink

Betsey Johnson all over my bedroom counter

My pockets too deep, I fuck around and drown her, Weez'!

[Chorus: The-Dream & Lil Wayne]

She all on me 'cause all I do is

Ride around in Bentley coupés

Got no needs, she got me

Buying her them Fendi shoes (No Ceilings)

All we do is shop until we drop

All—All—All—All—All— (Yeah)

All we do is shop until we drop

Right there in the floor (I got you, baby)

She all on me 'cause all I do is

Ride around in Bentley coupés (Hahaha)

Got no needs, she got me

Buying her them Fendi shoes (No Ceilings)

All we do is shop until we drop

All—All—All—All—All—

All we do is shop until we drop

Right there—

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]

Okay, fucking on Versace, napping on satin

I love to hit it backwards: call it Pig Latin

I bought her ass a Mac, now we be iChatting

Niggas swag-jacking, but I got my patent'd

Fr—Fresh out the salon, I took her to Milan

I speak a little French, and hers is no better than mine

I pass her the blunt; she probably hit it one time

Catch us at the game, sitting on the baseline

We can call a timeout, take a lil' time out

Pockets too deep, shawty, you gon' have to climb out

Faviana prom dress with your spine out

And I live on the beach you can get that panty line out

She wants to own me, and I ain't tryna fight it

She said it's her dick, she got it copyrighted

And I don't pay for pussy, because her pussy priceless

I go fishing in it, and I ain't a Pisces

Ugh, Gucci only to the grocery store

Stop playing, bitch, we balling like Okafor

Ha! And now, we headed to the dealer

I'm gon' cop my baby something with no ceilings, ahh!

[Chorus: The-Dream & Lil Wayne]

She all on me 'cause all I do is

Ride around in Bentley coupés

Got no needs, she got me

Buying her them Fendi shoes (You dig?)

All we do is shop until we drop

All—All—All—All—All— (Hahaha)

All we do is shop until we drop

Right there in the floor (No Ceilings)

She all on me 'cause all I do is

Ride around in Bentley coupés

Got no needs, she got me

Buying her them Fendi shoes (Young Money)

All we do is shop until we drop

All—All—All—All—All— (Young Money)

All we do is shop until we drop

Right there on the floor (Gone)