YSL ft. Larry!*, Pacific Tii & T.O.G Lyrics

It must be a bit louder, awe

Give her whatever she want

Yves Saint Laurent

Give her whatever she want

Yves Saint Laurent

She wearing Yves Saint Laurent white

Hop on her back like a bike

I fell in love with a dyke

We hit three lines like stripes

They're getting their cheques for their wives

I'm getting my checks for my Nikes

I'm getting my strap cause she tight

I'm tryna hit it for life

Give her whatever she want

Yves Saint Laurent

Give her whatever she want

Yves Saint Laurent

Give her whatever she want

Yves Saint Laurent

Give her whatever she want

Yves Saint Laurent

Long as I'm getting this cash, she'll do what I say

Shawty shaking that ass, pop it everyday

They're riding my wave while she giving me brain

Saving hoes, need a cape

I fucked her yesterday

Had to step up to the spot

Never thought I'd be this hot

Steady working on a lot

She on her knees like, Oh my God

Give her whatever she want

My mind, my body, my time, my soul

Fighting with demons that I'll never know

I give you myself to have and to hold

The stories you told, you told me

I wanted to keep this shit lowkey

This life is chess, I was hoping

A radio queen, I'll be your king

Give her whatever she want

Yves Saint Laurent

Give her whatever she want

Yves Saint Laurent

Give her whatever she want

Yves Saint Laurent

Give her whatever she want

Yves Saint Laurent

Give her whatever she want

Yves Saint Laurent

Then we go back to the yard

Fuck up my cheque and my heart

Doing whatever she want

She on that big money team

Can't even buy her a ring

Cause she don't fuck with no nigga

He don't rock with the team

She rocking L and the V

Next day you might catch her in some Balmain while she rocking Supreme

Bad bitch she ride all alone

On IG rocking Vlone

Go to her house then I turn my face into her throne

Bad bitch, she a boss bitch

Yeah she stay all on her lone

Give her whatever she want