Wiley
Givenchy Bag
[Verse 1: Wiley]
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

[Chorus: Future]
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

[Verse 2: Future]
Said she wanna go mi yard (Go)
Pon road to a real n***a 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
[Chorus: Future & Chip]
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

[Verse 3: Chip]
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 n***a, 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 n***a
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

[Chorus: Future]
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
[Verse 4: Nafe Smallz]
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 n***a 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)

[Chorus: Future]
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