מילים לשיר Shopping Bags – De La Soul

Shopping bags they weigh down her arm Popping tags and collars her charm
All them things she got, she got from you All them things she got, she got from you Manolo and Prada's her style
Louis, Burberry by the pile
All them things she got, she got from you All them things she got, she got from you (Posdonus)
Yo she know you come to do it, so what'cha want Candelight might flick at'cha Put your credit card to it, she know what to flaunt Her handle tight like a master
She used to taunt on the runway, yeah she's down to tree The avenue like her catwalk
Struck a bit to the gunplay, that housing street looks to die for, ask that chalk man for yo' hand Spend it, you live to show
All the cash that you can burn What you need is to end it, cause you give the dough But get no ass back in return {
Stay laughin, straight at you dog Best believe, you wastin time Don't deny what's happenin, just clear the fog And achieve you a peace line, yo it goes like (Daniel Wallace) She got from you, she, sh
She got from you, she, sh (Dave) Her frame goes beyond thick, she got you stunned Livin it up off the pop hits
Like a dame on a Bond flick, she's not the one To give it up 'til you cop shit
Just because she's stacked right, she got your soul Her every wish you now obey You should be on that actright, but she got control She say jump you scream, "OKAY! I'M RELOADED!" Nigga you shootin blanks Tryin to front like you got game
Her crib is sugar coated, like she lootin banks But it's your wallet she done claimed When the limit of your plastic, reaches the end You start payin for your time She'll be in it for the last bit, of money to spend {While she fillin up (Daniel Wallace) She got from you, she, sh
She got from you, she, sh
{*ad libs and chickenheads to fade*}.