Make Up Bag Lyrics

She mad that I'm up
Shorty bad that I'm up
It's two in the morning
I been out all night Patronin'

She sayin', "Sorry won't get it"
So sorry can't hit it
She don't want to hear me, h-hear me
Don't want to be near me, n-near me

And she's in the right
'Cause I got make up all on my collar
Chanel Number Five
Is all in my shirt but I ain't even holler

She cursin' me out with nothin'
But her panties on
And I'ma spend all night alone
But it's gonna be fine 'cause this works every time

If you ever make your girlfriend mad
Don't let your good girl go bad
Drop five stacks on a make up bag
Drop, drop five stacks on a make up bag

Louis, Prada, and there's Fendi
Valentino, hell they all make many
Five stacks on a make up bag
Drop, drop five stacks on the make up bag

The make up bag, the make up bag
The make up bag, the make up bag

She packin' all of my shit
Puttin' it all on the left
Shorty screamin' on me
I think a nigga goin' deaf

If you could see how she lookin'
She can't stand the sight of me
I wanna be on her
But she don't wanna be on me

And she's in the right
'Cause I got make up all on my collar
Chanel Number Five
Is all in my shirt but I ain't even holler

I'm up all night, she got me sleepin' on the sofa
Just when I think that it's over, she said
If you don't want to break-up
Then you know what to do to make-up

If you ever make your girlfriend mad
Don't let your good-girl go bad
Drop five stacks on a make up bag
Drop, drop five stacks on a make up bag Louis, Prada, and there's Fendi
Valentino, hell they all make many
Five stacks on a make up bag
Drop, drop five stacks on a make up bag

The make up bag, the make up bag
The make up bag, the make up bag
The make up bag, the make up bag
The make up bag, the make up bag

I ain't waitin' on Cupid, Cupid
Nigga, I do this, do this
Money, power change her mind
Up in twenty-four hours, I do this, do this

Do this, do this
Do this, do this
Do this, do this
Do this

I get home late, shawty made I ain't give a shit
I'm in the club wasted, mindin' my own business
And they was on me, I can't help the broads want me
Let's make up before we go to sleep, what's it gonna be?

Chanel while you sail, Marc Jacobs, Gucci, Louis V.
Pick you two or three and some Harry Winston jewelry
Maybe you'll see one day that this ain't nothin' to a G
All I do for you, just a part of me doin' me

See, I don't buy 'em 'cause you're mad at me
I swear to God, I just want to see your sexy ass happy
So if it put a smile on your face
Hit the mall, pick a bag, Black Card on the way

If you ever make your girlfriend mad
Don't let your good-girl go bad
Drop five stacks on a make up bag
Drop, drop five stacks on a make up bag

Louis, Prada, and there's Fendi
Valentino, hell they all make many
Five stacks on a make up bag
Drop, drop five stacks on a make up bag

The make up bag, the make up bag
The make up bag, the make up bag
The make up bag, the make up bag
The make up bag, the make up bag

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