Givenchy

Lyrics

[Intro: Birdman & Young Thug] That Rich Gang lifestyle (Lifestyle) Marble floors, gold toilets and chandeliers (You under-dig?) Big money, nigga Take the jet, L.A., hit the bity, boolin' in the bando with a few bitches And they go to trippin' (And they go to trippin') Drankin' that GTV, that tequila, smokin' them Stunna blunts (The big dogs) Nigga, we never hungover (Never, boy) Poppin' bigger numbers with my niggas, straight B's only (Straight B's only) Shout out to my love, my blood, my team, my gang, my family Nigga, you know what we bleed (You know what we bleed) 404, 305-04 (Uptown), what's poppin', nigga? B-House of Dank, put it in the air This that YSL, Rich Gang, RHQ, YMCMB shit (You heard?) Big B's with a few C's (Few C's) PeeWee, what's poppin', nigga? Bankroll Mafia Hot Beezle, what's brackin', nigga? If the pussy out of line, a pussy get they head bust (Get they head bust) Ha, you dig? B-Loc and Bentley, y'all know the business It's B-Slime or G5, blatt Rest in peace Tamara and Miss Gladys, boy Ohh (Rich Gang, ayy) Ohh (Rich Gang, ayy) [Chorus: Young Thug] Givenchy my toes and my bros and my hoes (What? Givenchy, Givenchy) Givenchy my toes and my bros and my hoes For sure, for sure (Givenchy) Givenchy my toes and my bros and my hoes For sure, for sure (Givenchy) Givenchy my toes and my bros and my hoes And that is for sure, it's for sure (For sure) Tell a nigga, would you ride for a nigga, baby? (Yeah) Would you die for a nigga, baby? Hey (Would ya?) Baby girl, would you cry for your nigga, baby? (Ayy) Would you cry for your nigga, baby? (Ayy, ayy) Ayy, baby girl, what you know, what you know 'bout that? What you know 'bout that? You don't know nothin' (Uh-uh) Baby girl, what you know 'bout that, 'bout that? What you know 'bout that? You don't know nothin' (She don't know it, she don't know it, ayy) [Verse: Young Thug] Work on her any day or later, ayy (Woo) Eat her candy, Now-and-Later, wait (Wait) I ain't through, baby, buy her acres (Racks, racks) Almost done Let me put somethin' inside her stomach (Woah) Let me put some right up under your lungs Baby, I just wanna hit like Barry Bonds (Ayy, woo) I know all you wanna do is have fun (Have fun) I put my heart inside your pocket, you can't break it (Woo) I told you, "I love you to death", never dissed you, not once (Ayy) You my twin, yeah, you my twin, baby, let's stay together (Stay) You know you can never ditch me, baby, you know better (Ayy) You know I look at you like gold, you my future trophy (Woo) She know she got my heart, she say, "Do it," I jump like toads, and (Do it) Drugs don't stop, you know I can't stop (What?) Baby, don't press charges, she know that I'm on the block (Woo) When she pull up, she can't go back, she gon' stop (No) She ain't know what time it was 'til I bought her first clock (Rolex) Spend a thousand on a flock, no Wak' (Wak') And you know I'm comin' back like them boys, no Shop (Woop, woop), yeah (Woop, woop) Loadin' up a Glock, take shots I got J's on a flavor-flavor watch Billidy-bop, pull up, shootin' them buckshots (Top notch) Then they watch me like a fuckin' cable box (Woo) Bitches wanna fuck me and they also want my top (Sheesh) Mama told me, "Never give tops outside the shop" (No way) Pull up on your girl, I'm lurkin' like a cop (Woo) Pussy nigga play, I beat them like I box (Hey) I'm the president, baby, blacker Barack ('Rack) Thirties on the Chevy, my nigga, plus it's a box (Go) You should know me and sharp shooters sponsored by Fox (Fox) Split that money up in eight ways like I'm a octopus (Ayy) On the campus with lots of pounds, kicked out of college (What) All I be is red, my nigga, but I'm not stoppin' shit (Red light) Pull up to the set and I come and pay all my homage (Hey) Hoppin' out on Bleveland, I pour up straight out the pharmacy (Hey) Pussy nigga scared to say it, I got 'em hummin' shit (Err) Lil' bitch, you know I'm really thuggin' like Bones-N-Harmony (Woo) I can never (Be you) I'm a animal, you know I got stamina If a nigga ever got robbed, bitch, I'm the manager (Ayy) And I got an African with weed over on Campbelton (Ayy) Lil' mama, don't go, keep it stompin', I want that cameltoe (Ayy) Pull up to the set with them sticks and have us a ammo show Lead through the front door with that TEC, it's out the back door Bags in this bitch, so many bags like, "Where the racks go?" (Woo) [Outro: Young Thug] Givenchy my toes and my bros and my hoes for real (Givenchy) Don't act like you don't know when you know that you know for real (Givenchy) Even when I lay it down, bae, I'm keepin' it tucked for real (Bah, kah, kow) I swear to God when you play with just one of these bucks you get killed Baby girl, would you ride for your nigga? Would you ride for your nigga? Would you die for your nigga? Hey (Would you?) Baby girl, would you cry for your nigga? Would you die for your nigga? Would you ride for your nigga? Hey (Would you?) Baby girl, what you know, what you know about that? What you know about th– that? You don't know nothin' Baby girl, what you know, what you know about that? What you know about that? What you know about that?