GTB Songtext
von Jay Silva

Don′t give a fuck about no bitch
Givenchy drip
Don't check about no Italian drip
Don′t give a fuck about no bitch

Cause I get the bag and I did them trips
Gucci linen looking so crisp
Buss down on my wrist looking cliss
Count the bags and I made them flip

Tryna get these bands to the ceiling
Givenchy drip
Don't check about no Italian drip
Don't give a fuck about no bitch

Cause I get the bag and I did them trips
Gucci linen looking so crisp
Buss down on my wrist looking cliss
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
Dripping in Chanel like I'm crossing from Dover

Tell that 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 Portugese but I am Angolan

Caution
Cali weed I′m feeling so nauseous
Mix the sprite with the purple
I can never live life with no purpose

With the sticks and the burners
They give verbal but they move so nervous

Don't give a fuck about no bitch
Givenchy drip
Don't check about no Italian drip
Don′t give a fuck about no bitch


Cause I get the bag and I did them trips
Gucci linen looking so crisp
Buss down on my wrist looking cliss
Count the bags and I made them flip

Tryna get these bands to the ceiling
Givenchy drip
Don′t check about no Italian drip
Don't give a fuck about no bitch

Cause I get the bag and I did them trips
Gucci linen looking so crisp
Buss down on my wrist looking cliss
Count the bags and I made them flip
Tryna get these bands to the ceiling