Baby says, that she is hard to get,

but why is she telling me, though?

Does baby really know who I am?

Baby better know I’m Mr Ladies!

 

Let’s break it down for baby, boys!

bag em up, bag em up, bag em up

Mr Ladies got this baby in his bag!

twist it, tie it, twist it, tied forever

 

Baby, you can’t deny the monsieur

Baby, I stole your heart, I’d robbed

you when I saw you; now in my bag

is where I store your love–forever.

 

twist it, tie it, twist it, tied forever

 

The challenges I cannot overcome

are what challenges I am made of;

I like a mission paired with doom,

I win my trophies due to my valor.

 

bag em up, bag em up, bag em up

 

She’s not the prize, not in my eyes,

a challenge by me’d black me out,

like brick walls I run into til I fall,

til I crumble, coming for my booty.

 

twist it, tie it, twist it, tied forever

 

But don’t paint me up, baby, don’t

you whitewash the Monsieur, OK,

Mr Ladies is A Class-A gentleman,

front to back, side to side–primo!

 

bag em up, bag em up, bag em up

 

Yeah, baby, the bag is a metaphor!

I swear it, baby! I’ll swear this now

come on, baby, come hop inside it!

Yeah! Mr Ladies got her in his bag!

twist it, tie it, twist it, tied forever