Givenchy (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: Z Money]
Yeah
DY Krazy
1-0-1-7

[Verse 1: Z Money]
My new car like a hauler (Yeah), got b*tches sayin' I'm like their father (Damn)
Trappin' with some shottas, ain't gon' tell you, but I know who robbed ya (Yeah)
Young, I was a monster, said I'm coppin', now I'm f*ckin' (I'm coppin')
I'm coppin' all year, he a flodger, he a liar (Flockin'), f*ckin' urban author
When I'm whippin', ain't no stoppin', performin' like I'm in Impala (Damn)
I recall a hollow, make you spit up that lil pin you swallowed (Yeah)
By edge of tomorrow, sip some syrup 'cause I'm really bored
f*ckin' up these stores, don't do chores (Yeah), play fast when record
Came through with some masks (Masks), such a bad thing, her pus*y crack (Damn)
Know her pus*y wack (Wack), don't like these hoes, I'm a lumberjack (Yeah)
Want your ass to smile (Smile), take a hundred, bring a hundred back (Bring it back)
My gun attached, act funny, then I'm bustin' back (Z Money)

[Chorus: Z Money]
Damn, this the Givenchy, ain’t no rugby (rugby)
Yeah, all these b*tches love me (These b*tches love me)
Damn, I’m gettin’ rich up off this substance (Out of control)
Yeah, I can’t give up on the hustlin’
Damn, this the Givenchy, ain’t no rugby (rugby)
Yeah, all these b*tches love me (These b*tches love me)
Damn, I’m gettin’ rich up off this substance (Out of control)
Yeah, I can’t give up on the hustlin’
[Interlude: Z Money]
Yeah, you know what the f*ck goin’ on, n*gga
1017 sh*t, n*gga
Puttin’ up a verse, n*gga, this ain’t nothing new
Z Money, DY, what it do? Yeah

[Verse 2: Z Money]
Always keep a rocket, Steve Francis, no I don’t have that carcass (Damn)
Specialty is lockin’ the trap, now watch these n*ggas mockin’ (Damn)
Hi Tech, sh*t the toppin’, function rocky, what we dirty poppin’
Balmain in my closet, bought the store, God damn, I need to stop it
Tiger Gucci sock, play like soccer, get hit with the mop stick
All y’all do is talk, all y’all b*tches, you can’t hurt nobody (Damn)
You get rich, cannot get the top of them, make deposits (Yeah)
Stackin’ off my profit, got 50 thousand in every pocket (Damn)

[Chorus: Z Money]
Damn, this the Givenchy, ain’t no rugby (rugby)
Yeah, all these b*tches love me (These b*tches love me)
Damn, I’m gettin’ rich up off this substance (Out of control)
Yeah, I can’t give up on the hustlin’
Damn, this the Givenchy, ain’t no rugby (rugby)
Yeah, all these b*tches love me (These b*tches love me)
Damn, I’m gettin’ rich up off this substance (Out of control)
Yeah, I can’t give up on the hustlin’
[Verse 3: OhGeesy]
I rock Givenchy, I sip lean, sometimes sip Henny
b*tch, I'm special, I'm one of a kind, it ain't too many
I got plenty, you eating' Denny's, I'm eatin' Beni's
I sell coke, yeah, I sell candy and I rock Fendi
Trap house got a drive through, it just like Wendy's
b*tch, I always got my hoodie on, I'm just like Kenny
And I put on, I'm from the block, I'm just like Jenny
Promethazine with codeine and, n*gga, I sip that fenny
This Givenchy, it ain't no rugby, she wanna f*ck me
This ain't new, I've been accustomed to b*tches lustin'
This Givenchy, it ain't no rugby, she wanna f*ck me
This ain't new, I've been accustomed to b*tches lustin'

[Chorus: Z Money]
Damn, this the Givenchy, ain’t no rugby (rugby)
Yeah, all these b*tches love me (These b*tches love me)
Damn, I’m gettin’ rich up off this substance (Out of control)
Yeah, I can’t give up on the hustlin’
Damn, this the Givenchy, ain’t no rugby (rugby)
Yeah, all these b*tches love me (These b*tches love me)
Damn, I’m gettin’ rich up off this substance (Out of control)
Yeah, I can’t give up on the hustlin’ (Z Money)