Z Money - Givenchy lyrics

[Intro] Yeah DY Krazy 1-0-1-7 [Verse 1] My new car like a hauler (yeah), got b**hes sayin' I'm like their father (damn) Trappin' with some shottas, ain't gon' tell you, but I know who robbed ya (yeah) Young, I was a monster, said I'm coppin', now I'm f**in' (I'm coppin') I'm coppin' all year, he a flodger, he a liar (flockin'), f**in' urban author When I'm whippin', ain't no stoppin', performin' like I'm in Impala (damn) I recall a hollow, make you spit up that lil pin you swallowed (yeah) By edge of tomorrow, sip some syrup 'cause I'm really bored f**in' up these stores, don't do chores (yeah), play fast when record Came through with some masks (masks), such a bad thing, her p**y crack (damn) Know her p**y wack (wack), don't like these hoes, I'm a lumberjack (yeah) Want your a** to smile (smile), take a hundred, bring a hundred back (bring it back) My gun attached, act funny, then I'm bustin' back (Z Money) [Chorus] Damn, this the Givenchy, ain’t no Robins (Robins) Yeah, all these b**hes love me (these b**hes love me) Damn, I’m gettin’ rich up off this substance (out of control) Yeah, I can’t give up on the hustlin’ Damn, this the Givenchy, ain’t no Robins (Robins) Yeah, all these b**hes love me (these b**hes love me) Damn, I’m gettin’ rich up off this substance (out of control) Yeah, I can’t give up on the hustlin’ [Interlude] Yeah, you know what the f** goin’ on, n***a 1017 sh**, n***a Puttin’ up a verse, n***a, this ain’t nothing new Z Money, DY, what it do? Yeah [Verse 2] Always keep a rocket, Steve Francis, no I don’t have that carca** (damn) Specialty is lockin’ the trap, now watch these n***as mockin’ (damn) Hi Tech, sh** the toppin’, function rocky, what we dirty poppin’ Balmain in my closet, bought the store, God damn, I need to stop it Tiger Gucci sock, play like soccer, get hit with the mop stick All y’all do is talk, all y’all b**hes, you can’t hurt nobody (damn) You get rich, cannot get the top of them, make deposits (yeah) Stackin’ off my profit, got 50 thousand in every pocket (damn) [Chorus] Damn, this the Givenchy, ain’t no Robins (Robins) Yeah, all these b**hes love me (these b**hes love me) Damn, I’m gettin’ rich up off this substance (out of control) Yeah, I can’t give up on the hustlin’ Damn, this the Givenchy, ain’t no Robins (Robins) Yeah, all these b**hes love me (these b**hes love me) Damn, I’m gettin’ rich up off this substance (out of control) Yeah, I can’t give up on the hustlin’