"GTB" lyrics

Don't give a fuck about no bitch
Givenchy drip
Dolce & Gabbana Italian drip
Don't give a fuck about no bitch
'Cause I get the bag and I did them trips
Gucci linen lookin' so crisp
Bust down on my wrist, lookin' gliss
Count the bags and I made them flip
Tryna get these bands to the ceiling
Givenchy drip
Dolce & Gabbana Italian drip
Don't give a fuck about no bitch
'Cause I get the bag and I did them trips
Gucci linen lookin' so crisp
Bust down on my wrist, lookin' gliss
Count the bags and I made them flip
Tryna get these bands to the ceiling

GTB till it's over
Get the bag, fuck a romance
Drive the whip like it's stolen
Gelato that I blow
Drippin' in Chanel like I'm crossin' from Dover
Tell dat girl to bend over
She never talks back, she just listens
She just listens, don't give her no commitment
Can you smell the aroma
Versace on my bag, that's medusa
When I want to lay low
I phone up Jimmy for the Rari's and Rovers
She took me for a joke
She thinks I'm Portuguese, but I'm Angolan
When approach with no caution
Cali weed, I'm veelin' so nauseous
Mix the Sprite with' the purple
I can never live life with no purpose
With' the sticks and the burners
Dey give verbal, but they move so nervous

Don't give a fuck about no bitch
Givenchy drip
Dolce & Gabbana, Italian drip
Don't give a fuck about no bitch
'Cause I get the bag and I did them trips
Gucci linen lookin' so crisp
Bust down on my wrist, lookin' gliss
Count the bags and I made them flip
Tryna get these bands to the ceiling
Givenchy drip
Dolce & Gabbana Italian drip
Don't give a fuck about no bitch
'Cause I get the bag and I did them trips
Gucci linen lookin' so crisp
Bust down on my wrist, lookin' gliss
Count the bags and I made them flip
Tryna get these bands to the ceiling