Givenchy Bag
Chip, Nafe Smallz, Future, Wiley
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Said she wanna go mi yard (go) Pon road to a real nigga heart, ayy (to my heart) Said she wanna hit the mall Wanna show it off like a movie star, ayy Said she used to the fraud (fraud) Girl, did you ever think you'll live this large? Ayy She call me Mr. Anyting 'cause I can buy her anything The tings that she want, ayy I'm moving like a king, so she had to look twice Told you sip syrup, or take my advice It ain't no worries when you standing by my side You look surprised, girl, you look like a vibe She said she wan' go ah yard Pon da road, she know me par too 'ard, ayy She said she wan' go down ah West End Fi spend money pon ah blouse and frock, ayy She said she wan' buy a Givenchy bag, bag small but di price dem large An' me say anyting ah anyting so mi ah go buy anyting that she want She moving like a queen Had to look twice I told her baby girl, "Hey, everyting nice" You ain't gotta worry, 'cause I got you to the end You ain't lookin' like a five, girl, you lookin' like a ten, so Iced out down girl, keep it on loyal Roll that ass around girl, vroom, vroom, vroom Bounce it up and down girl, rah, rah, rah And, maybe, do what I do it like, woah, woah, woah Take me one more round, you gon' hit the lotto She stop fuckin' clowns 'cause this shit wasn't addin' up Prints on her now, gotta, gotta bag her Bad ting, ting, but I made her badder (yeah) Say she never been to Selfridges, never been to Harrods I should send you Primark just to keep a balance One man to your pum pum, I could imagine Good pussy feels better when gyal its a challenge Trippy young nigga always flexing, it's apparent You see me with a 10/10, just can't lower my standards They saying she a gold digger but I ain't a broke nigga When her ex's couldn't get the bill she was embarrassed, so I could be your Santa baby, with some claws though Could never put a ring on any hoe, hoe, hoe Way she wine sweet, what's that moscato? Eh tik and tok, make it clap, bravo (yeah) She a bad lil' vibe, I'ma freak til the morn' With the late-night lovin' got me tryna call on ya (late) F*ck your ex, that nigga old news (uh) You just need someone to go to And she knows she a bad lil' momma Givenchy, nah wan' no Dolce Gabbana She finessing, never care about karma Still I think that pussy might be worth all the drama, for real On the eastside with this ice on chill, hey I'm with the mandem still But you could be mine, baby signed and sealed Iced out down girl, keep it on loyal Roll that ass around girl, vroom, vroom, vroom Bounce it up and down girl, rah, rah, rah And, maybe, do what I do it like, woah, woah, woah Take me one more round, you gon' hit the lotto She stop fuckin' clowns 'cause this shit wasn't addin' up Prints on her now, gotta, gotta bag her Bad ting, ting, but I made her badder (yeah)
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Written by: Richard Kylie Cowie, Jahmaal Noel Fyffe, Nafe Smallz, Nayvadius DeMun Wilburn
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