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

Yeah, Pluto
 Said she wanna go mi yard (Go)
 Pon road to a real nigga heart, ayy (To my heart), aye
 Said she wanna hit the mall
 Wanna show it off like a movie star, aye
 Said she used to the fraud (Fraud)
 Girl, did you ever think you'll live this large? Aye
 She call me Mr. Anyting 'cause I can buy her anything
 The tings that she want, aye
 I'm moving like a king, so she had to look twice
 I told her self serve or take my advice
 It ain't no worries when you're standing by my side
 You look surprised, girl, you look like a vibe
 She said she wan' go ah yard
 Pon the road, she, know me par too ard, aye
 She said she whan go down on West End
 Fi spend money pon ah blouse and frock, aye
 She says she wan' buy a Givenchy Bag, bag small but the price dem large
 Ah me say anyting and anyting so me a 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, baby, do what I do it like, wah, wah, wow
 Take me one more round, and we gone hit the Lotto
 She stop fuckin' clowns 'cause this shit wasn't adding up
 Prints on her now, gotta, gotta bag her
 Bad ting, ting, but I made her badder
 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
 'Cause 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, 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 ho-ho-ho
 Way she whine sweet, what's that Moscato
 Eh tik and tok, make it clap, bravo
 She a bad lil' vibe, I'mma freak till the morn'
 With the late night lovin' got me tryna call on you (Late)
 Fuck off your ex, that nigga old news (Uh)
 You just need someone to go to
 And she knows, she a bad lil' mama
 Givenchy nah want that Dolce Gabana
 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, ay
 I'm with the mandem still
 But you could be mine, baby signed and sealed, 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, baby, do what I do it like, wah, wah, wow
 Take me one more round, and we gone hit the Lotto
 She stopped fucking clowns 'cause this shit wasn't adding up
 Prints on her now, gotta, gotta bag her
 Bad ting, ting, but I made her badder
 
 Yeah, Pluto
 Said she wanna go mi yard (Go)
 Pon road to a real nigga heart, ayy (To my heart), aye
 Said she wanna hit the mall
 Wanna show it off like a movie star, aye
 Said she used to the fraud (Fraud)
 Girl, did you ever think you'll live this large? Aye
 She call me Mr. Anyting 'cause I can buy her anything
 The tings that she want, aye
 I'm moving like a king, so she had to look twice
 I told her self serve or take my advice
 It ain't no worries when you're standing by my side
 You look surprised, girl, you look like a vibe
 She said she wan' go ah yard
 Pon the road, she, know me par too ard, aye
 She said she whan go down on West End
 Fi spend money pon ah blouse and frock, aye
 She says she wan' buy a Givenchy Bag, bag small but the price dem large
 Ah me say anyting and anyting so me a 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, baby, do what I do it like, wah, wah, wow
 Take me one more round, and we gone hit the Lotto
 She stop fuckin' clowns 'cause this shit wasn't adding up
 Prints on her now, gotta, gotta bag her
 Bad ting, ting, but I made her badder
 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
 'Cause 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, 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 ho-ho-ho
 Way she whine sweet, what's that Moscato
 Eh tik and tok, make it clap, bravo
 She a bad lil' vibe, I'mma freak till the morn'
 With the late night lovin' got me tryna call on you (Late)
 Fuck off your ex, that nigga old news (Uh)
 You just need someone to go to
 And she knows, she a bad lil' mama
 Givenchy nah want that Dolce Gabana
 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, ay
 I'm with the mandem still
 But you could be mine, baby signed and sealed, 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, baby, do what I do it like, wah, wah, wow
 Take me one more round, and we gone hit the Lotto
 She stopped fucking clowns 'cause this shit wasn't adding up
 Prints on her now, gotta, gotta bag her
 Bad ting, ting, but I made her badder
 
 Yeah, Pluto
 Said she wanna go mi yard (Go)
 Pon road to a real nigga heart, ayy (To my heart), aye
 Said she wanna hit the mall
 Wanna show it off like a movie star, aye
 Said she used to the fraud (Fraud)
 Girl, did you ever think you'll live this large? Aye
 She call me Mr. Anyting 'cause I can buy her anything
 The tings that she want, aye
 I'm moving like a king, so she had to look twice
 I told her self serve or take my advice
 It ain't no worries when you're standing by my side
 You look surprised, girl, you look like a vibe
 She said she wan' go ah yard
 Pon the road, she, know me par too ard, aye
 She said she whan go down on West End
 Fi spend money pon ah blouse and frock, aye
 She says she wan' buy a Givenchy Bag, bag small but the price dem large
 Ah me say anyting and anyting so me a 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, baby, do what I do it like, wah, wah, wow
 Take me one more round, and we gone hit the Lotto
 She stop fuckin' clowns 'cause this shit wasn't adding up
 Prints on her now, gotta, gotta bag her
 Bad ting, ting, but I made her badder
 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
 'Cause 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, 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 ho-ho-ho
 Way she whine sweet, what's that Moscato
 Eh tik and tok, make it clap, bravo
 She a bad lil' vibe, I'mma freak till the morn'
 With the late night lovin' got me tryna call on you (Late)
 Fuck off your ex, that nigga old news (Uh)
 You just need someone to go to
 And she knows, she a bad lil' mama
 Givenchy nah want that Dolce Gabana
 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, ay
 I'm with the mandem still
 But you could be mine, baby signed and sealed, 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, baby, do what I do it like, wah, wah, wow
 Take me one more round, and we gone hit the Lotto
 She stopped fucking clowns 'cause this shit wasn't adding up
 Prints on her now, gotta, gotta bag her
 Bad ting, ting, but I made her badder