Givenchy Bag (feat. Future, Nafe Smallz & Chip)

Future Wiley Nafe Smallz Chip

歌词

Yeah, Pluto

Said she wanna go mi yard (Go)

Pon road to a real ***** heart, ayy (To my heart)

Said she wanna hit the mall (Hey)

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

(Did you ever think you live this large?)

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 her self serve, or take my advice

It ain't no worries when you standing by my side

You look surprised, girl, you look like a ****

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

I'm Mr. Anyting, a 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

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, and we gon' hit the lotto

She stop ****in' clowns 'cause this shit wasn't addin' up

Prints on her now, gotta, gotta her back up

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 ***** feels better when gyal its a challenge

Trippy young ***** 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 *****

So 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

She a bad lil' ****, I'ma freak til the morn'

With the late-night lovin' got me tryna call on ya (Late)

**** your ex, that ***** 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 ***** 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