Lyrics Givenchy Bag - Wiley

She said she wan' go ah yard
Pon the road, she, know me par too ard, aye
She said she whan go down on West End
Fi spend money pon ah blouse and frock, aye
She says she wan' buy a Givenchy Bag, bag small but the price dem large
Ah me say anyting and anyting so me a 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
So

Iced out down, girl, keep it on loyal
Roll that ass around girl, vroom, vroom, vroom
Bounce it up and down girl, rah, rah, rah
And, baby, do what I do it like, wah, wah, wow
Take me one more 'round, and we gone hit the lotto
She stop fuckin' clowns 'cause this shit wasn't adding up
Prints on her now, gotta, gotta bag her
Bad ting, ting, but I made her badder

Said she wanna go mi yard (go)
Pon road to a real nigga heart, ayy (to my heart), aye
Said she wanna hit the mall
Wanna show it off like a movie star, aye
Said she used to the fraud (fraud)
Girl, did you ever think you'll live this large? Aye
She call me Mr. Anyting 'cause I can buy her anything
The tings that she want, aye

I'm moving like a king, so she had to look twice
I told her self serve or take my advice
It ain't no worries when you're standing by my side
You look surprised, girl, you look like a vibe

Iced out down, girl, keep it on loyal
Roll that ass around girl, vroom, vroom, vroom
Bounce it up and down girl, rah, rah, rah
And, baby, do what I do it like, wah, wah, wow
Take me one more 'round, and we gone hit the lotto
She stop fuckin' clowns 'cause this shit wasn't adding up
Prints on her now, gotta, gotta bag her
Bad ting, ting, but I made her badder

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
'Cause pussy feels better when getting it's a challenge
Drippy young nigga 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 nigga, so
When her ex's 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 hoe, hoe, hoe
Way she whine sweet, what's that Moscato
Eh, tik and tok, make it clap, bravo

Iced out down, girl, keep it on loyal
Roll that ass around girl, vroom, vroom, vroom
Bounce it up and down girl, rah, rah, rah
And, baby, do what I do it like, wah, wah, wow
Take me one more 'round, and we gone hit the lotto
She stop fuckin' clowns 'cause this shit wasn't adding up
Prints on her now, gotta, gotta bag her
Bad ting, ting, but I made her badder

She a bad lil' vibe, I'ma freak 'til the morn'
With the late night lovin' got me tryna call on you (late)
Fuck off your ex, that nigga old news (uh)
You just need someone to go to
And she knows, she a bad lil' mama
Givenchy nah want that Dolce Gabana
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, ay
I'm with the mandem still
But you could be mine, baby signed and sealed, so

Iced out down, girl, keep it on loyal
Roll that ass around girl, vroom, vroom, vroom
Bounce it up and down girl, rah, rah, rah
And, baby, do what I do it like, wah, wah, wow
Take me one more round, and we gone hit the lotto
She stopped fucking clowns 'cause this shit wasn't adding up
Prints on her now, gotta, gotta bag her
Bad ting, ting, but I made her badder