Birkin Bag (Remix)

(álbum: Cross My Hart - 2018)

24hrs
John Hart, baby
Oh, whoa, whoa

[Jonn Hart:]
She want me to fly in
Just touched down from the island
When you see what I'm on
Baby, now you wanna try it
When you see what I'm on, on, on
See what I'm on
I got it ready for you

Take a time out
Let's watch this money line up
Roll a fun too
We be getting cashed out from The Bay to Toronto

What you gon' do when the bag gets too heavy?
(You should throw it)
Finna run it up, fifty grand to blow
Is you ready? (You should blow it)
Spend it like your birthday, girl
Go on, blow the fatty (You should throw it)
All the money in your Birkin bag getting kinda heavy
(You should blow it)
Spend it like your birthday, girl
Go on, blow the fatty (You should throw it)
You the star of the show, baby girl, you just left for Emmy

[24hrs:]
Hey, Tony, why you take too damn long?
It's traffic, can you play my favorite song?
You know that's that new Trey songs
I wanna kiss you all alone
Red lipstick on styrofoams
Baby, can you call my phone?

Fuck all the rules and just fly out to Paris
Call you my bunny, you draped out in karats
Buy you a new Birkin, I hope that you wear it
I don't fuck with birds, they all look like parrots

Shopping for players, this shit could get pricey
Bought me a mink, these diamonds too icy
She wanted a bag, I got her a car
See what could happen, you fuck with the stars

[Jonn Hart:]
(You should blow it)
Spend it like your birthday, girl
Go on, blow the fatty (You should throw it)
All the money in your Birkin bag getting kinda heavy
(You should blow it)
Spend it like your birthday, girl
Go on, blow the fatty (You should throw it)
You the star of the show, baby girl, you just left for Emmy

Wait hold a Grammy or that
Fancy bra with the panties that match
They don't wanna get too attached but
Knew it was mine when she threw it back, ay

Give me four to five minutes
In twenty-four hours she gon' tell me that she miss it
Ay, she love the way I hit it
Pull out game strong like the weed that I'm twisting

Go, girl, it's your birthday
Them hoes couldn't fuck with you on your worst day
We got whatever if you're thirsty
I want seconds but you looking like first place

Yeah, she been working
She deserve the brand new Birkin
Out here swerving
We out here splurging

(You should blow it)
Spend it like your birthday, girl
Go on, blow the fatty (You should throw it)
All the money in your Birkin bag getting kinda heavy
(You should blow it)
Spend it like your birthday, girl
Go on, blow the fatty (You should throw it)
You the star of the show, baby girl, you just left for Emmy