Lyrics
Chanel or Cha-ne’-ne’, whatever you call it
Whenever you poppin’, don’t matter who bought it
Prada wristband with the chip, my new wallet
Fresh out the creek, I’m discreet, I’m too solid
Charge up the G-Wagen, new electronic
Deep in religion, might get back demonic
Go ask promoters, I picked up six hundred
Four hundred more, one million, get it, he saw it
Six-carat stones, GIA, I went flawless
I had to flush with the top off the toilet
Fendi Baguette bag thirty-two hundred
Dealin’ with jet lag, pass me a water
Sheets in the county, go run up a quarter
Brodie did that just to bonus his lawyer
She sent me the heart eyes, I tried to ignore her
Left her on read, let her know she a choice
Put ’em on ice, he play
Put her on ice, she play
Put on my ice, I’m safe
My lil’ brother, he carry a Drac’
And I told him ain’t nobody safe
And I told him ain’t nobody safe
And I told him ain’t nobody safe
And I told him ain’t nobody safe
They say I look nervous, they look at my face (Yeah)
You could do that but can’t play in my face (Yeah)
I told the water boys copy the plates (Yeah)
Lil’ bro had fucked up his heart off the vape (Yeah, yeah)
The bloggers be talkin’, they start up a case (Yeah)
Ain’t from my hood, then you cannot relate (Yeah)
Pass out that money, you already ate (Yeah)
Bottega slides, I love pretty feet
I was ’bout to go Brabus, the order backed up
Switched to Ferrari, it smell like the horse
Drink like Starbucks, but it got me backed up
When I’m too high, bitch, I don’t like to fuck
Bro like the fentanyl how he move like a cluck
Brand-new McLaren, shit straight off the truck
Bitch think I’m cocky, I don’t say, “What’s up?”
Me and bro loyalty made out the mud
Put ’em on ice, he play
Put her on ice, she play
Put on my ice, I’m safe
My lil’ brother, he carry a Drac’
And I told him ain’t nobody safe
And I told him ain’t nobody safe
And I told him ain’t nobody safe
And I told him ain’t nobody safe
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
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