Givenchy (Remix) Z Money (Ft. OhGeesy)

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

[Verse 1: Z Money]
My new car like a hauler (Yeah), got bitches 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 fuckin' (I'm coppin')
I'm coppin' all year, he a flodger, he a liar (Flockin'), fuckin' 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
Fuckin' up these stores, don't do chores (Yeah), play fast when record
Came through with some masks (Masks), such a bad thing, her pussy crack (Damn)
Know her pussy 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 bitches love me (These bitches 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 bitches love me (These bitches love me)
Damn, I’m gettin’ rich up off this substance (Out of control)
Yeah, I can’t give up on the hustlin’