My Bag Lyrics - Raymond V. Raymond - Usher

Oh oh oh 

I aint one to brag 

But yall done made me had to get in my bag 

Oh nah (im single) OH! (and im ready to mingle) 

Yup! Aah! 

Verse. 

There it is 

There it go 

Fall in love with these women I barely known 

Ten stacks on the flo 

Time to re-up tell them I need a hundred mo 

You at the bar 

Purin it up 

You tryna to wife it I already tore it up 

Up in the V.I 

See how I keep it B.I 

Left a paper trail shout out to my nigga T.I 

Yea! Im so wavy 

When I say (usher baby) all the girls go crazy 

Even ya ol'lady 

(wait a minute) that's ya ol'lady 

Yall still pushin benz's 

helicopter chopper take me where my friends is 

My taste is so expesive 

When im up in vegas im stayin where steven win is 

Now that's a table full of winners 

Don't jock just knock before you enter 

I play cards right 

You see them fog lights 

And aint no fog out 

Ball like a dog right 

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Chorus. 

And it simple elementary (yea) 

Just say pimpin when you mention me 

She want it I got it 

She got what I want 

In Houston they bobbers 

Miami they shown 

And I can give it to you simply (yea) 

My pmipin don't come with sympathy (yea) 

She want it I got it 

I got what she want 

Whatever you call it im takin it home 

Photos 

Verse. 

There it is 

There it go 

Globe trotter mister international - al - al 

Im the coldest (ha!) the fonz 

Courtside hollin out plays to lebron 

Ask shaq what he need mane 

Made a call now we got him up in Cleveland (yea) 

Take a flight in the evening 

Be back in the morning it must be the cheese mane 

And they hate when I brag 

Im so fly got permanent jet lag (yea) 

If you want it just ask 

Red card this is not a bus pass 

And im turning up my mojo 

Getting mail everyday no homo 

I blind them they cant see me 

Doin numbers like A C D C 

And the streets in a recession 

But im still spending from confessions (yea) 

Homie that's why I aint stressing 

These youngin really need to learn a lesson 

Cant doubt me (no) 

Wont out me (no) 

Wouldn't even have a style without me (uhn uhn) (yea) 

I can see behind the smiles 

Wasn't rockin with me then, then don't be jockin me now 

Chorus. 

And it simple elementary (yea) 

Just say pimpin when you mention me 

She want it I got it 

She got what I want 

In Houston they bobbers 

Miami they shown 

And I can give it to you simply (yea) 

My pmipin don't come with sympathy (yea) 

She want it I got it 

I got what she want 

Whatever you call it im takin it home 

Oh Na! Oh! Yup! 

T.I. Verse. 

Well im a bankhead gladiator 

West side titan 

this ice in my chain will make the whole room lighten 

Brighten 

Catchin chicks eye like lightning 

Half a million dollars in diamonds for your excitement 

Everyother day theres a T.I. sightin 

I pass by flyer higher then gass prices 

Im the nicest 

My life is like a Uncle Luke interlude 

Group of broads nude in the room while im getting chewed 

Picture three chicks bumpin lollipop remix 

Say they cant believe its solid like cement 

She went done then she came up 

Now I fuck her then we change up 

didnt drop one drop got everything up 

like clinton (give me give me) then become famous 

We can become the best of friends or become strangers 

Pay attention and I show you how to do ya thing bra 

Chrous. 

And it simple elementary (yea) 

Just say pimpin when you mention me 

She want it I got it 

She got what I want 

In Houston they bobbers 

Miami they shown 

And I can give it to you simply (yea) 

My pmipin don't come with sympathy (yea) 

She want it I got it 

I got what she want 

Whatever you call it im takin it home 

Shout out to my nigga T.I.! - 2x