Wiley Feat. Future, Nafe Smallz & Chip - Givenchy Bag

Wiley Feat. Future, Nafe Smallz & Chip - Givenchy Bag
October 3rd, 2019
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New single from Wiley "Givenchy Bag" featuring Future, Nafe Smallz & Chip.

Song Lyrics

Yeah, Pluto

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 live this large?)
She call me Mr. Anyting because 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 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

She said she wan' more yard
On the road, shit, I been  too hard, ayy
She said she wan' go down on West End
To spend money pon her clothes and bra, ayy
She said she wan' buy a Givenchy bag, bag small but the price dem large
I'm Mr. Anyting and 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

Eyes all down, girl, keep it on low
Throw that ass around girl, vroom, vroom, vroom
Bounce it up and down girl, row, row, row
And, baby, do what I do like, woah, woah, woah
Tell me one more round, you gon' hit the lotto
She stopped fuckin' clowns 'cause this shit wasn't addin' up
Percs on a down, gotta, gotta bag up
Bad ting, ting, but I made her badder

Yeah
Say she never been to 
Primark just to keep a balance
One man  pum pum, I could imagine
Good pussy feels better when gyal it's a challenge
Trippy yard nigga always 
You see me with a 10/10 just call that my standards
They say she a gold digger but I ain't a broke nigga
couldn't get the Gucci was in Paris, so
I can be  closed door
Could never put a ring on any hoe, hoe, hoe
Way she wine sweet 
And tik and tok, make it clap, bravo

She a bad lil' vibe, I'ma freak 'til the morn' with her
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
And she knows she a bad lil' momma
Givenchy and I want that Dolce Gabbana
She finessing, never care about karma
Still up in a pussy, might be wet for the drama, for real
On the eastside with this ice on chill, hey
I'm with the mandem still
But you could be mine, maybe sign and seal

Eyes all down, girl, keep it on low
Throw that ass around girl, vroom, vroom, vroom
Bounce it up and down girl, row, row, row
And, baby, do what I do like, woah, woah, woah
Tell me one more round, you gon' hit the lotto
She stopped fuckin' clowns 'cause this shit wasn't addin' up
Percs on a down, gotta, gotta bag up
Bad ting, ting, but I made her badder