[Intro — whispers, moans, minimal beat]
Mmm... ahh... oh...
New bag…
yes, unzip it... right there...
Higher than your rent, baby.
I don’t chase bags.
They chase me.
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[Verse 1]
Gucci? Nah.
Custom curse from a witch in Milan.
Look how she shines —
like I bathe in Perrier and bad decisions.
I walk in —
store goes silent.
Clerk faints.
Card? Platinum.
Baby… I don’t spend — I invest in aura.
Ahhh… (moan)
Zip it open… deeper… ohhh...
She smells like power,
like my ex — but without the needy texts.
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[Pre-Chorus — whispered with a wink]
You wanna be me?
Try harder.
You wanna look rich?
Be pain, not plastic.
I don’t follow trends —
I invent the damn trend.
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[Chorus — rich vocals + moans layered]
New bag, who’s this?
(Mmm... oh yes...)
She don’t talk — but she screams rich.
(Oohh, unzip me...)
Dripping gloss, heels click —
she a baddie, she a witch.
Zip — unzip — oh sht...*
This bag?
Could end a b*tch.
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[Verse 2 — harder flow, still glam]
Inside?
Lipstick, penthouse keys,
a USB with six lawsuits
and a lighter that smells like Dior.
She’s not a bag —
she’s an exit strategy.
She’s the type
to get stolen by the devil himself.
Oohh... yeah...
That zip? Pure pleasure...
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[Bridge — breathy, almost erotic]
I pull out cash...
Then I pull out me.
No man carries me —
I carry myself.
Another gasp —
for the poor to replay.
Ah... touch it again... just one more time...
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[Final Chorus — more vocal layers, chaos, laughter, moans]
New bag, who’s this?
(Yesss... unzip it slowly...)
She don’t flex — she is the flex, bitch.
(Mmm... bite me.)
Lipstick red, leather thick —
she’s the scandal, she’s the glitch.
Click. Click. Zip. Rip...
This bag?
End of your b*tch.
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[Outro — whispers + kiss in mic]
New bag.
New me.
New problem —
for you.
💋
Vladimirboriss02
