Songtext It's givin' Peezy

It's givin'

Hoppin' off the— uh, uh, uh, it's givin', uh-huh (Ayy, Jay, man, run that shit, cuh)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, now you know what's givin' (Psh, psh, psh)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I'll take you out to dinner (Ha, ha, ha)
Uh, uh, uh, uh (Psh, psh, psh, yeah)

She bad as fuck, hoppin' out her new Wagen (Out her new Wagen)
She spend a thousand dollars on her hair and lashes (On her hair and lashes)
Her bag cost a ten, that's Chanel Classic (Yeah)
Everything these hoes brag about, she been had it, yeah
It's givin' that they ain't fuckin' with her (It's givin')
It's givin' ain't no nigga in the picture (It's givin')
She drop that thing low, it's givin' stripper (It's givin')
Can't find her on th? 'Gram, it's givin' finsta

My baby, I ain't mad at you (No), I'm fuckin' with you (Yeah)
I'm touchin' down in your city, I'ma bump into you (Alright)
Might spend a couple thousand hangin' out, it's nothin' to m? (Shit)
Ballin' like it's Hall of Famin', you a motherfuckin' rookie (Yeah)
Got so many blues on me, they comparin' me to Tookie (Alright)
You be stingy with the hoes, why you scared? It's only pussy
Fuck your bitch and whip the camera off, let's make us a movie (Wow)
She was shy, she took a couple shots, now she all into it (Oh yeah)
Beat it front and back, I'm goin' fast, she get on top and cruise (Ha, ha, ha, ha)
Got me blowin' up her phone, when she get home, I'm finna lose it (Yeah, yeah)
No, this ain't my bitch, it feels like it, man, it's an illusion (Damn)
She got the head that make you take her shoppin' on a Tuesday
It's givin'—
I'm tryna eat that thing up just like it's Thanksgiving
Got me runnin' every light, I ain't had it in a minute (Yeah)
Every time she threw it on to take a picture, man, she kill it
I know why these hoes mad 'cause they ain't fuckin' with her (Nope)

She bad as fuck, hoppin' out her new Wagen
She spend a thousand dollars on her hair and lashes (On her hair and lashes)
Her bag cost a ten, that's Chanel Classic (At Chaney)
Everything these hoes brag about, she been had it, yeah (Yeah)
It's givin' that they ain't fuckin' with her (It's givin')
It's givin' ain't no nigga in the picture (It's givin')
She drop that thing low, it's givin' stripper (It's givin')
Can't find her on the 'Gram, it's givin' finsta (It's givin')

It's givin' I got it and I'll blow it (Yeah)
Celine tote bags to my starters, this real motion (Yeah)
I like bosses (Bosses), bammers (Bammers), nigga, you ain't had one (No)
Chanel bag, Birkin mommy, ooh, don't make me tag one (She tag me)
She switch her hair up all the time, it's givin' laces (HD)
APs, Pateks and Rollies, it's in your face (Brick)
Feelin' good, livin' better, G-Wagen, shit, she pressure (Yeah)
Catch her when you can, this ain't no bitch you can get with whenever (Woo)
Only poppin' out when it's time, my home body (Yeah)
Teal Prada cups, they cost me a zone profit
And it's givin' that she fuck with D-Boys and rich killers
If she locked in with me, new body and lip fillers, yes (Uh)

She bad as fuck, hoppin' out her new Wagen
She spend a thousand dollars on her hair and lashes (On her hair and lashes)
Her bag cost a ten, that's Chanel Classic (At Chaney)
Everything these hoes brag about, she been had it, yeah (Yeah)
It's givin' that they ain't fuckin' with her (It's givin')
It's givin' ain't no nigga in the picture (It's givin')
She drop that thing low, it's givin' stripper (It's givin')
Can't find her on the 'Gram, it's givin' finsta (It's givin')

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