Givenchy

[Intro: Birdman & (Young Thug)] That Rich Gang lifestyle Marble floors, gold toilets and chandeliers Big money nigga take the jet L.A. hit the bity boolin’ in the bondo With a few bitches and they go to trippin' Drankin’ that GTV, that tequila Smokin’ them stunna blunts (them big dawgs) Nigga we never hungover Poppin’ bigger numbers with my niggas, straight B's only Shout out to my love, my blood, my team My gang, my family, and nigga ya know what we bleed (You know what we bleed) 404, 305, 504 What’s poppin’, nigga? B-house of dank, put it in the air This that YSL, Rich Gang, RHQ, YMCMB shit Big B’s with a few C’s, PeeWee, what’s poppin’, nigga? Bankroll mafia; Hot Beezle, what’s brackin’, nigga? The pussy outta line, the pussy get they head bust, ya dig? B-Loc and Bentley, y’all know the business It’s B Slime or G5, rest in peace Tamara and Miss Gladys, boy (Ohh) Rich Gang (Ohh) Rich Gang [Chorus: Young Thug] Givenchy my toes and my bros and my hoes Givenchy my toes and my bros and my hoes, for sure, for sure Givenchy my toes and my bros and my hoes, for sure, for sure Givenchy my toes and my bros and my hoes And that is for sure, it's for sure [Post-Chorus: Young Thug] Tell a nigga, would you ride for a nigga, baby? Would you die for a nigga, baby? Hey Baby girl, would you cry for your nigga, baby? Would you cry for your nigga, baby? Ay, baby girl, what you know, what you know 'bout that? What you know 'bout that? You don’t know nothin' Baby girl, what you know 'bout that, 'bout that? What you know 'bout that? You don't know nothin' [Verse: Young Thug] She don’t know it, she don’t know it Work comin' in any day or later, ayy Eat her candy, Now and Later, way I ain’t through baby buying acres (Rich Gang) (Racks! Racks!) Almost done Lemme put somethin inside of ya stomach Lemme put sum’ right up under ya lungs Baby, I just wanna hit like Barry Bonds I know all you wanna do is have fun I put my heart inside yo pocket, you can't break it I told you I love you to death, never dissed you not once You my twin, yeah you my twin, baby, let’s stay together You know you can never ditch me, baby, you know better You know I look at ya like gold, you my future trophy She know she got my heart, she say do it, I jump like Tarzan Drugs don’t stop, you know I can’t stop Baby don’t press charges, she know that I’m on the block When she pull up, she can’t go back, she gon' stop, no She ain’t know what time it was 'til I bought her first clock Rolex, spend $1,000 on a flock, no Waka And you know I’m comin’ back like Dem Boyz, no Shop Yeah, loading up a Glock Take shots, I got Jays on a flava, flava watch Billidybop, pull up shootin' buck shots (TOP NOTCH!) Yeah, they watch me like a fuckin cable box Bitches wanna fuck me and they also on my top Mama told me never give tops outside the shop Pull up on yo girl, I’m lurkin’ like a cop Pussy nigga play, I beat them like I box Hey, I'm the President, baby, blacker BARACK! 30’s on the Chevy, my nigga, plus it's a box You should know me and sharp shooters sponsored by FOX Split that money up in eight ways like I’m an octopus On the campus with lots of pounds, kicked outta COLLEGE! All I bleed is red but nigga, but I'm not stoppin' shit (red light) Pull up to the set and I come and pay all my homages Hoppin' out on Bleveland, I pour up straight out the pharmacy Pussy nigga scared to say it, I got 'em hummin' shit Lil bitch, you know I’m really thuggin' like Bones & Harmony (Rich Gang) I can never... (be you) I’m an animal, you know I got stamina If a nigga ever got robbed, bitch I’m the manager And I got an African with weed over on Campbelton Lil momma don’t go, keep it stompin’, I want that cameltoe Pull up to the set with them sticks and have us an ammo show Lead through the front door with that tec, it's out the back door Bags in this bitch, so many bags like where the racks go? [Chorus: Young Thug] Givenchy my toes and my bros and my hoes, for real Don't act like you don't know when you know that you know, for real Even when I'm laying down, baby, I'm keepin' it tucked, for real Swear to God, when you play with just one of these bullets, you kill [Post-Chorus: Young Thug] Baby girl, would you ride for your nigga? Would you ride for your nigga? Would you die for a nigga? Hey Baby girl, would you cry for your nigga? Would you die for your nigga? Would you ride for your nigga? Hey (Would you?) Baby girl, what you know, what you know 'bout that? What you know 'bout that? You don’t know nothin' Baby girl, what you know, what you know 'bout that? What you know 'bout that? What you know 'bout that? (Rich Gang)