Birdman Rich Homie Quan Young Thug - Givenchy

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 neva hung ova 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 Kno What We Bleed )
404 305 504 (Uptown) What’s poppin’, nigga? B-house of dank, put it in the air
This that YSL, Rich Gang, RHQ YMCMB
Big B’s with a few C’s, PeeWee, what’s poppin’, nigga?
Bankroll mafia. Habeeza, 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 (breah) Rest in peace to Maura and Miss Gladys, boy

(Rich Gang, rich girl)

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, fo sure

Tell em baby would ya ride fo’ a nigga Would ya die fo’ a nigga, bae?
Baby girl, would ya cry fo’ yo nigga, babe Would ya cry fo’ yo nigga, babe?
Aye, baby girl, whachya know, whachya know bout that?
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)

Work Comin In Any Day Or Later
Eat a candy now and Later
I ain’t through baby buying acres. (Rich Gang, racks, racks) Almost Done
Lemme Put Sumthin Inside Of Ya Stomach
Lemme put sum’ right up under yo 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 break it
I told ya I love you to death, neva dissed you, not once
You my twin, Girl you my twin, baby, let’s stay together
You know you can neva diss me, baby, you know betta
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 Toes and

Drugs Don’t stop, ya know I can’t stop
Baby don’t press Charges , She know I’m on the block
When she pull up, she can’t Go back she gone stop
She ain’t know what time it was til i bought her first clock
Rolex Spend 1000 on a flock, no watch
And you know I’m comin’back like dem boyz no shop no shop
Rollin up a Glock (check) Shop, I got Jays on my Flava Flava watch
Billibop, pull up soon and buck shots
(Top NOTCH !) yea they watch me like a fuckin cable box
Bitches wanna fuck 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
Pussy nigga play imma BEAT dem like a BOX
Hi Im The President Baby No Black BARRACK !
30’s on the Chevy, my nigga, plus its a box
Ya should know me in shard shoes sponsored by FOX
Split that money up in eight ways like I’m an octopus
On The Campus With Lots Of Prowls Kicked Outta COLLEGE !
All I Bleed Is Red But Nigga No Im Not Spottin
Pull up to the set and I come and pay all my homage
Hoppin Out On Bleveland I Pour Up Straight Out The Pharmacy
Pussy nigga scared, they sayn I got em HUM and Shit
Lil bitch, ya know I’m really thuggin Like Bones & Harmony

I can neva (be you) I’m an animal Ya know I got stamina
If a nigga ever got robbed, bitch I’m the manager
And I got an African wit weed over on camento
Lil momma don’t go keep it stompin’, I want that cameltoe
Pull up to the set with dem sticks and have us a ammo show
Clear it through the front, then I go take it out the back tho
Bags In This Bitch So Many Bags Like Where Da Racks Go ?

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, Bae I’m keepin’ it tucked Fo’ real
I swear to God when ya play with just one of these bucks ya killed

Babygirl would ya ride fo’ a nigga would you ride for ya nigga
Would ya die fo’ a nigga, bae?
Baby girl, would ya cry fo’ yo nigga, babe Would ya cry fo’ yo nigga, babe?
Would ya cry fo’ yo nigga, 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)

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