Wiley, Chip, Future, Smallz - Givenchy Bag lyrics

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

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

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

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

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

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

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)

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