Givenchy Bag

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