Givenchy Bag - Wiley

Said she wanna go New York

On road to a real nigga heart

Hey, said she wanna hit the mall

Wanna show it off like a movie star

Hey, said she used to the fraud

Girl, did you ever think you’d live this large?

Hey, She call me «Mr Anything»

'Cause I can buy her anything, the tings that she want

I’m moving like a king so she had to look twice

Told ya sip syrup, don’t take my advice

It ain’t no worries when you standin' by my side

You like surprised, girl, you look like a vibe

She said she wan' Goyard

On the road she know mi park too hard

Ay, she said she wan' go down the West End

Fi spend money pon her blouse and frock

Ay, she said she wan' buy a Givenchy bag

Bag small but the price dem large

I Mr Anything or any ting

So mi ah go buy any ting that she want

She movin' like a queen, had to look twice

I told her, «Baby girl, hey, everything nice»

You ain’t gotta worry 'cause I got you till the end

You ain’t lookin' like a 5 girl, you lookin' like a 10, so

Ice her down, girl, drop it down low

Throw that ass around, girl, vroom, vroom, vroom

Now slip it down, girl, row, row, row

And baby, do what I do like whoa, whoa, whoa

Take me one more round, you gon' hit the lotto

She stopped fuckin' clowns 'cause the shit wasn’t addin' up

Bricks on her now, got her, got her bag up

Bad ting-ting but I made her badder

Said she’s never been to Selfridges, never been to Harrods

I should send you Primark, just to keep a balance

One man to ya pom-pom, I could imagine

Cah pussy feels better when gettin' it’s a challenge

Drippy, young nigga always flex and it’s apparent

You see me with a ten-ten, just can’t lower my standards

They sayin' she a gold digger but I ain’t a broke nigga

When her ex just couldn’t get the bill she was embarrassed, so

I could be your Santa, baby, what’s the clause though?

Could never put a ring on any ho, ho, ho

When she wine sweet, mi sup Moscato

Ay, tick and tock, make it clap, bravo

She a bad little vibe, I’ma freak till the morn with her

Late night lovin' got me tryna call on ya

Fuck ya ex, that nigga old news

You just need someone to go to

And she knows she a bad lil mama

Givenchy, now want a Dolce Gabbana

She finessin', 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, Ice her down, girl, drop it down low

Throw that ass around, girl, vroom, vroom, vroom

Now slip it down, girl, row, row, row

And baby, do what I do like whoa, whoa, whoa

Take me one more round, you gon' hit the lotto

She stopped fuckin' clowns 'cause the shit wasn’t addin' up

Bricks on her now, got her, got her bag up

Bad ting-ting but I made her badder