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Rich Gang
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Givenchy
[Intro:Birdman] 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 (breaaah) Rest in peace to Maura and Miss Gladys, boy
(Rich Gang, rich girl)
[Hook 1: Young Thug] 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
[Hook 2: Young Thug] 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)
[Verse: Young Thug] 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
[Verse 2: Young Thug] 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
(Verse 3) (Rich Gang) 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 ?
(Hook) 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
(Post-Hook: Young Thug) 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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