Groceries Songtext

Ooh that's your girl, I just had her
Money get tall, I need a ladder
Put it on a plate, I want the platter
When you make money them niggas get madder
I swear to god my bitches got badder
My bitches got badder, I swear to god my bitches got badder
Paper or plastic I bag her
Fendi on me and you know it’s a fact
She got them cheeks and she in her own bag
Spent a check on my coat and you know it cost racks
Paper or plastic I bag her
Shoutout to them niggas, they going out sadder
Used to be slime now she got fatter
You think she bad, her friends is badder
Paper or plastic I bag her

Paper or plastic I bag her
Paper or plastic I bag her
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Paper or plastic I bag her
Paper or plastic I bag her

[?] don't even matter
A couple K will lift it up, make it look fatter
Ooh, she shaking that ass like a rattle
The money in pictures like abracadabra
I'm at the lab with this big booty bitch she tried selling me water, I told her skedaddle
Yeah I see what they tryna’ do with my drip
I fucked he friend and made her madder, correct me if I'm wrong but I think it's a patent
The way that she bounce on this dick this bitch can't be from Earth, this hoe must come from Saturn
I ain't gon' lie, I think I need you

Paper or plastic I bag her
Paper or plastic I bag her
Paper or plastic I bag her
Paper or plastic I bag her
Paper or plastic I bag her
Paper or plastic I bag her
Paper or plastic I bag her
Paper or plastic I bag her