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Description
Producer: The Runners
Background Vocalist, Associated Performer, Producer, Co- Producer: Kevin "KC" Cossom
Recording Engineer, Studio Personnel, Mixer: Jordan "DJ Swivel" Young
Engineer, Studio Personnel, Recording Engineer: Jeff "Supa Jeff" Villanueva
Studio Personnel, Mixer: Ken "Supa Engineer" Duro
Composer Lyricist: John Jackson
Composer Lyricist: Andrew Harr
Composer Lyricist: Jermaine Jackson
Composer Lyricist: Kevin Cossom
Composer Lyricist: Jeremy Felton
Lyrics and translation
Original
(You already know what it is), We got anotha one boy, (ATL),
(Just throw it in the bag), Wassup Brooklyn, wassup son, wassup Fabo,
A man, i got that black amex wit me,
Aka that throw it the bag card, yeah!
Now I know you aint over there starin at my girl
(Yea I know you aint over there starin at my girl)
Nigga I know you dont call yourself hollarin at my girl
I know you dont call yourself holarin at my girl
I keep hittin tha baton, Louie Vuitton
Gucci down to her feet, Yup just like me
Im the one, with them ones
Fuck the price on the tag
Just throw it in the bag
Un-huh un-huh un-huh
Just throw it in the bag
Un-huh un-huh un-huh
Just throw it in the bag
Look at price tags
Where they do that at
Heard that in ATL
When im in ATL
Just ask my baby girl
I treat that lady well
Ain't nothin soso
An i know JD Well
A couple Benzes, black white gray C.L.
Got niggas lookin like, did we miss a Mercedes sale
Don't wonda what I do, Just know they pay me well
They keep that Gucci and that Louie on my laby L's
Thats the way we feel
Must be nice man
You wit the right man
You aint gotta price scan, or ask how much
Now what i look like
Son im from brooklin, what it look like
You get it, cause i got it
I got it, so you get it
Do like Luke say, dont stop get it get it
Mami do the speedie
Daddy do tha duffle
Bag full of chips
We aint talkin ruffles
Un-huh un-huh un-huh
just throw it in the bag
Un-huh un-huh un-huh
Just throw it in the bag
Un-huh un-huh un-huh
Just throw it in the bag
Un-huh un-huh un-huh
Just throw it in the bag
See i know what ima tell her
The same thing that the bank robber told the teller
Just throw it in the bag
Thats the way it suppose to be
A real nigga posed to help you out with the groceries
Just throw it in the bag
Paper or plastic, its safer to ask it
So dent that nigga, i will pay for the casket
That remy mar got him spittin plenty bars
Broke ass nigga couldnt buy the mini bar
So get with loso
he aint got to no so
Such a gentlemen dozen bottles of that rose mo
Oh you gotta man, well u need a richa one
meet me in the parking lot, the place say get u one
Meet me at the register
Im there on the regular
These niggas price checkin
you can help them in a second
As we proceed to give you what you need
Like we breakin' down the weed
Shorty just throw it in the bag!
Un-huh un-huh un-huh
Just throw it in the bag
Un-huh un-huh un-huh
Just throw it in the bag
Un-huh un-huh un-huh
Just throw it in the bag
Un-huh un-huh un-huh
Just throw it in the bag
Everybody do the throw it in the bag
Ay do the Throw it in the bag
Everybody do the throw it in the bag
Ay do the Throw it in the bag
Everybody do the throw it in the bag
Ay do the Throw it in the bag
Everybody do the throw it in the bag
Ay do the Throw it in the bag
Un-huh un-huh un-huh
Just throw it in the bag
Un-huh un-huh un-huh
Just throw it in the bag
Un-huh un-huh un-huh
Just throw it in the bag
Un-huh un-huh un-huh
Just throw it in the bag