Rich Gang - Givenchy lyrics

(Intro) That rich gang lifestyle, marble floors Gold tailors and chandelier Big money, n***a Take the jet, L.A. hit the biddy Poolin' in the bondoe with a few b**hes And they go to ? Drankin' that GTV That tequila, smokin' em stunter blunts Them big dawgs, n***a we neva hung ova Poppin' bigger numbers with my n***as Straight be-s only Shout out to my luv, my blood, my team My gang, my family, and n***a ya know what we be Ya know what we for, 4305 ol' folk (all the time) What's poppin', n***a? That's the thang, put it in the L It's that hard cell rich gang RHQYMCNB get B's with a few C's PeeWee, what's poppin', n***a? Bankroll mafia. Habeeza, what's brackin', n***a? (Verse) The p**y outta line, the p**y get they head bust Ya dig? B-loc and Bentley, y'all know the business It's beat slimmin', G5 (breaaah) Rest in peace to Maura and Miss Gladys, boy (Rich Gang, rich girl) (Hook) Givenchy my toes and my bros and my hoes Givenchy my toes and my bros and my hoes Fo' sure, fo' sure Givenchy my toes and my bros and my hoes Fo' sure, fo' sure Givenchy my toes and my bros and my hoes And it is fo' sure, it's fo' sure (Post-Hook: Young Thug) Tell em maylee would ya ride fo' a n***a Would ya die fo' a n***a, bae? Baby girl, would ya cry fo' yo n***a, babe Would ya cry fo' yo n***a, babe? Would ya cry fo' yo n***a, babe? Aye, baby girl, whachya know, whachya know bout that? Whachya know bout that? Ya don't know that Baby girl, whachya know bout that, bout that Whachya know bout that? Ya ain't know bout that (She don't know it she don't know it) (Verse: Thugga) Work on the evenin' deadly Aye, eat a candy now and leave Wait, I ain't through everybody (Rich Gang, ratch, ratch) I'm always dyin' I'm in fo' sumth' fo' side this stuntin' Lemme put sum' right up under yo lips Baby, I just wanna hit like Vera Buddens I know how ya wanna do it, let's have fun I put my hot inside yo pocket, you can break kite I told ya I love you to d**h, neva ditched you, not once You my twin, you my twin, baby, let's stay together You know you can neva ditch me, baby, you know betta You know I look at ya like gold, you my future trophee She know she got my heart, she say do it, I jaw like Tosey (Verse 2) Girl, don't stop, ya know I can't stop, right? Baby don't press all that sh**, ye know I'm on the block When she pull up, she can't ? she can't stop She ain't know what time it is until alarm clock stop Spend 1000 on a front, no walk And ye know I'm comin', boy, like no bars, no shop Pullin' up a Glock (check) Shop, I got J's on a favorite clipper watch Billidibop, pull up soon em buck shots And they watch me like a pocket paper box b**h, they wanna f** me and they also on my top Mama told me neva give tops outside the shop Pull up on yo girl, I'm lurkin' like a cop p**y n***a playa my beat em like a watts(?) Ayy, I'm the playa, that beat that black op 30's on the Chevy, my n***a, blunts in a box Ya should know me in sharp shoes, plus all the focks Split that money up in there waves like I'm an octopus Only present won, my surprise, got out of college All I be is real, my n***a, but I'm not stoppin' Pull up to the set and I come and pay all my hunids I bet I don't bleed and I pull up show y'all confirm this p**y n***a scared, they sayn I got em homage Lil b**h, ya know I'm really thinkin' ? (Rich Gang) I can neva (be you) I'm an animal Ya know I got ? If a n***a ever got robbed, b**h I'm the manager And I got an African wee-weedo on camera due Lil momma don't go keep it stompin', I want that cameltoe Pull up to the set with em stitches, out bout some ammo shoot Clear it through the front, then I go take it out the back tho Hash in the b**h, don't mean I flex out fo' em racks tho Woah (Hook) Givenchy my toes and my bros and my hoes Don't act like you don't know when ya know that ya know, fo' real Even when I lay it down, I'm keepin' it took Fo' real, I swear to God when ya play with just one of these books Ya k** me (Post-Hook: Young Thug) Tell em maylee would ya ride fo' a n***a Would ya die fo' a n***a, bae? Baby girl, would ya cry fo' yo n***a, babe Would ya cry fo' yo n***a, babe? Would ya cry fo' yo n***a, babe? Aye, baby girl, whachya know, whachya know bout that? Whachya know bout that? Ya don't know that Baby girl, whachya know bout that, bout that Whachya know bout that? Ya ain't know bout that (She don't know it she don't know it)