Joey Trap – Purse lyrics

[Intro]
Akachi in this mother fucker
Yeah (Haha) Uh-huh
Look

[Chorus]
She said she need couple racks for a purse, told her go hit the block, ayy
I cannot tell if you love me or hate me, just give me some top, woah
New vvs worth a thousand, I beat it up, Ronda Rousey, yeah
New Gucci shoes, these Italian, hop out the whip, it's a stallion, yeah
Spent 80 racks on some clothes, yo' bitch won't leave me alone, woah
I'm might just call her a cab 'cause she's tryna come to my home, yeah

[Verse]
Wonder what she finna do? There's no telling, no
Might just break her lil' back from this flexing though
Might just fuck her then kick her out, next you know
I got money, these niggas can't touch the flow
I hate when niggas talk, but ain't doin' shit
If my bro got the Glock, then he shoot the shit
We don't fuck 'round and cap like you new to this
Bitch, are you new to this? Uh
She said she need couple racks for a purse, told her go hit the block
Gave her work and told her, "Bring me the profit."
But be careful cause these niggas is watchin'
Once you made a couple bands, top me
These niggas hatin', ain't never gon' stop me
I guess you mad cause niggas is poppin'
I get the bag then get to the shoppin', but
She-she said she need couple racks for a purse, told her go hit the block
Aquafina, vvs on my watch
Diamonds dancin', shawty throwin' the top
When you fly as fuck, you niggas gon' hate
Why I always got a meal on my plate?
Niggas starvin' but I get to the cake
Bitch, you gotta get it first or you late, uh
Anyways, I show 'em how to cook
Niggas, I can read 'em like a book
Niggas fishy, they be eatin' off of hooks
Dripped out, draped up, they shook
Yeah
She said she need couple racks for her purse, told her go hit the Target
Gave her work and told her, "Bring me the profit"
But be careful cause these niggas is watchin', like

[Chorus]
She said she need couple racks for a purse, told her go hit the block, ayy
I cannot tell if you love me or hate me, just give me some top, woah
New vvs worth a thousand, I beat it up, Ronda Rousey, yeah
New Gucci shoes, these Italian, hop out the whip, it's a stallion, yeah
Spent 80 racks on some clothes, yo' bitch won't leave me alone, woah
I'm might just call her a cab 'cause she's tryna come to my home