The meaning of the lyrics of the song "Gift Shop" by the artist "Usher Zaytoven"

[Intro: Usher]

(Zaytoven!)

I walk up in that mothafucka like, “Get what you want!”

Ayy, let me get that!

Gift shop, gift shop, yeah!

[Verse 1: Usher]

Got it, I'ma spend it, gotta do it big,

'Cause I be talkin' more than millions. (Yeah)

Court-side, no tickets,

Blue tint, sittin' pretty, uh, yeah, uh!

I'm in your bitch like, yeah! (Yeah)

Hop in that whip, and smash.

What's on my neck? That glass.

That foreign lil' whip been crashed,

A lot of those diamonds ain't real,

My nga gon' get it how he live, (Yeah)

Good life, who dis?

She do what she can for a Fendi bag. (Yeah)

Iced out wrist, that gliss, that gliss, that gliss,

Girl on my dick, my tip, my tip.

[Bridge: Usher]

Way, way, way, (Add it up)

Came, came, came (To fuck it up!)

Foreign whips, new Mulsanne,

Kick shit, no Lui Kang.

[Verse 2: Gunna]

I treat the Gucci store like a gift shop,

I put some Fiji water in a wrist watch,

Then showed her how to ball like a big shark,

I spent a couple thousand on her ass shots.

She got all colors in the G socks,

That's a Rolex not a G-Shock, (G-Shock)

I'm diggin in her while she got her legs locked, (Got her legs locked)

We fuckin in the penthouse at the tip top. (Oh)

Make her cum again, spend a hundred bands, new Mercedes-Benz,

Gucci store again, had to let us in, private when we land.

I gave her a chance, gave her the advance, diamond on her hands,

VVS dance, Off-White on the Vans, Tesla for a van.

I'm rubbin on her skin, she gon let me in, we ain't gon pretend,

I'm her latest friend, she don't chase her Hen' and ain't scared to sin.

I'mma give her a lend, purse that cost a ten, help her on the rent,

We just wanna win, just don't care to spend, Gucci store again.

[Bridge: Usher]

Way, way, way,

This shit, got me feelin' like Michael.

She call me her idol,

She play me Tidal,

She cum on arrival,

But I don't want no bridal,

Oh, oh, oh!

[Outro: Usher]

Got it, I'ma spend it, gotta do it big,

'Cause I be talkin' more than millions. (Yeah)

Court-side, no tickets,

Blue tint, sittin' pretty, uh, yeah, uh!

I'm in your bitch like, yeah! (Yeah)

Hop in that whip, and smash.

What's on my neck? That glass.

Treat the Gucci store like a gift shop, (Gift shop)

Treat the Gucci store like a gift shop, (Gift shop)

Locked in the bag like a Ziploc, (Ziploc)

Got your main thing in the lip-lock. (Yeah, yeah)

Treat the Gucci store like a gift shop, (Gift shop)

Treat the Gucci store like a gift shop. (Gift shop)