Givenchy Bag

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Wiley] 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 [Chorus: Future] Super Iced out down, girl, keep it on low Roll that ass around, girl, vroom, vroom, vroom Bounce it up and down, girl, roll, roll, roll And baby, do what I do like, woah, woah, woah Take me one more round, you gon' hit the lotto She stopped fuckin' clowns 'cause this shit wasn't addin' up Percs on the down, got her, got her bag up Bad ting, ting, but I made her badder [Verse 2: Future] Said she wanna go mi yard (Go) Pon road to a real nigga 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'd live this large? Ayy (Did you ever think you'd 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 you sip syrup, don't take my advice It ain't no worries when you standing by my side You look surprised, girl, you look like a vibe [Chorus: Future & Chip] Super Iced out down, girl, keep it on low Roll that ass around, girl, vroom, vroom, vroom Bounce it up and down, girl, roll, roll, roll And baby, do what I do like, woah, woah, woah Take me one more round, you gon' hit the lotto She stopped fuckin' clowns 'cause this shit wasn't addin' up Percs on the down, got her, got her bag up (Yeah) Bad ting, ting, but I made her badder [Verse 3: Chip] 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 Cah pussy feels better when getting it's a challenge Drippy 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 exes 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 ho, ho, ho Way she wine sweet, what's that, moscato? Ayy Tick and tock, make it clap, bravo, ayy [Chorus: Future] Iced out down, girl, keep it on low Roll that ass around, girl, vroom, vroom, vroom Bounce it up and down, girl, roll, roll, roll And baby, do what I do like, woah, woah, woah Take me one more round, you gon' hit the lotto She stopped fuckin' clowns 'cause this shit wasn't addin' up Percs on the down, got her, got her bag up Bad ting, ting, but I made her badder [Verse 4: Nafe Smallz] Yeah, she a bad lil' vibe, I'ma freak 'til the morning With the late-night lovin' got me tryna call on ya (Late) Fuck your ex, that nigga old news (Uh) You just need someone to go to (Go) And she knows she a bad lil' mama 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 east side with this ice on chill Ayy, I'm with the mandem still But you could be mine, baby, signed and sealed (Signed and sealed, let's go, let's go) [Chorus: Future] Super Iced out down, girl, keep it on low Roll that ass around, girl, vroom, vroom, vroom Bounce it up and down, girl, roll, roll, roll And baby, do what I do like, woah, woah, woah Take me one more round, you gon' hit the lotto She stopped fuckin' clowns 'cause this shit wasn't addin' up Percs on the down, got her, got her bag up Bad ting, ting, but I made her badder