Lyrics YSL (feat. Larry!*, Pacific Tii & T.O.G) - Monteiro

It must be a bit louder, awe
Give her whatever she want
Yves Saint Laurent
Give her whatever she want
Yves Saint Laurent

She wearing Yves Saint Laurent white
Hop on her back like a bike
I fell in love with a dyke
We hit three lines like stripes
They're getting their cheques for their wives
I'm getting my checks for my Nikes
I'm getting my strap cause she tight
I'm tryna hit it for life

Give her whatever she want
Yves Saint Laurent
Give her whatever she want
Yves Saint Laurent
Give her whatever she want
Yves Saint Laurent
Give her whatever she want
Yves Saint Laurent

Long as I'm getting this cash, she'll do what I say
Shawty shaking that ass, pop it everyday
They're riding my wave while she giving me brain
Saving hoes, need a cape
I fucked her yesterday
Had to step up to the spot
Never thought I'd be this hot
Steady working on a lot
She on her knees like, Oh my God

Give her whatever she want
My mind, my body, my time, my soul
Fighting with demons that I'll never know
I give you myself to have and to hold
The stories you told, you told me
I wanted to keep this shit lowkey
This life is chess, I was hoping
A radio queen, I'll be your king

Give her whatever she want
Yves Saint Laurent
Give her whatever she want
Yves Saint Laurent
Give her whatever she want
Yves Saint Laurent
Give her whatever she want
Yves Saint Laurent

Give her whatever she want
Yves Saint Laurent
Then we go back to the yard
Fuck up my cheque and my heart
Doing whatever she want
She on that big money team
Can't even buy her a ring
Cause she don't fuck with no nigga
He don't rock with the team
She rocking L and the V
Next day you might catch her in some Balmain while she rocking Supreme
Bad bitch she ride all alone
On IG rocking Vlone
Go to her house then I turn my face into her throne
Bad bitch, she a boss bitch
Yeah she stay all on her lone
Give her whatever she want