Chanel Drip
Chanel Drip
Drip
I'm a hoe for Chanel
I don't give a fuck
Ya nigga been texting
Still tryna fuck
Told him hand me his card
I wanna run it up
Saks Fifth and Ave
Bitch we pullin' up
We getting this green
Got these bitches
Sounding like squeaky sneakers
Still tryna chase me
How you worried bout me
You stacking overdraft fees
Shoulda said ya time ain't free
He talking bout he don't wanna chase
Well then tell me nigga where do you bank
I only accept cash
And I don't like it fast
Pop a band and I'll throw it
In ya face
Catch a lot of cash
Throw a lot of ass
Young love living by no face no case
Call him my toy
He's a sweet boy
Joint holder to his bank account
I buy what I want
I tell his bitch to shut up
Then get treated to lunch
I'm turnt up, off mimosas
Room services loves us
He help me with my fitness
He keeps this ass bussin
I got no work needed
And these girls still defeated
Don't disrespect me
And don't get me heated
Or you could find a curb
My team will help you eat it
(Oh oh oh)
He a hoe for Chanel
He don't give a fuck
Said I got the drip
He can't get enough
I run a business
Head in the books
I'm a confident wiz
With a mean right hook
Who's ready to drop
Off her rental
Some accidents ain't accidental
Some accidents ain't accidental
Bitches are running up
I'm never outta luck
Fuck me can't get enough
Don't really give a fuck
Tell me who pulling up
Grab on the glock
Now these bitches
Are running off
He got a hotel for me
And Celine
Pulled up in Dior
He's chasing for me
He got me the green to pay
Off my G
(G G G G G)
Wagon, he's slangin'
The dick size is packing
Got me undressed
Now this man is unpacking
He see me in Fenty
He pull down his glasses
Yo man is my man
On weekends we clapping
We playing like Sza
He sweet like molasses
He roll on my body
Man his shit is nasty
He roll on my body
And I keep it classy
He a hoe for Chanel
He don't give a fuck
Said I got the drip
He can't get enough
I run a business
head in the books
I'm a confident wiz
With a mean right hook
Who's ready to drop off her rental
Some accidents ain't accidental
Some accidents ain't accidental
You've got your warning bitch
Drip
I'm a hoe for Chanel
I don't give a fuck
Ya nigga been texting
Still tryna fuck
Told him hand me his card
I wanna run it up
Saks Fifth and Ave
Bitch we pullin' up
We getting this green
Got these bitches
Sounding like squeaky sneakers
Still tryna chase me
How you worried bout me
You stacking overdraft fees
Shoulda said ya time ain't free
He talking bout he don't wanna chase
Well then tell me nigga where do you bank
I only accept cash
And I don't like it fast
Pop a band and I'll throw it
In ya face
Catch a lot of cash
Throw a lot of ass
Young love living by no face no case
Call him my toy
He's a sweet boy
Joint holder to his bank account
I buy what I want
I tell his bitch to shut up
Then get treated to lunch
I'm turnt up, off mimosas
Room services loves us
He help me with my fitness
He keeps this ass bussin
I got no work needed
And these girls still defeated
Don't disrespect me
And don't get me heated
Or you could find a curb
My team will help you eat it
(Oh oh oh)
He a hoe for Chanel
He don't give a fuck
Said I got the drip
He can't get enough
I run a business
Head in the books
I'm a confident wiz
With a mean right hook
Who's ready to drop
Off her rental
Some accidents ain't accidental
Some accidents ain't accidental
Bitches are running up
I'm never outta luck
Fuck me can't get enough
Don't really give a fuck
Tell me who pulling up
Grab on the glock
Now these bitches
Are running off
He got a hotel for me
And Celine
Pulled up in Dior
He's chasing for me
He got me the green to pay
Off my G
(G G G G G)
Wagon, he's slangin'
The dick size is packing
Got me undressed
Now this man is unpacking
He see me in Fenty
He pull down his glasses
Yo man is my man
On weekends we clapping
We playing like Sza
He sweet like molasses
He roll on my body
Man his shit is nasty
He roll on my body
And I keep it classy
He a hoe for Chanel
He don't give a fuck
Said I got the drip
He can't get enough
I run a business
head in the books
I'm a confident wiz
With a mean right hook
Who's ready to drop off her rental
Some accidents ain't accidental
Some accidents ain't accidental
You've got your warning bitch
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Writer(s): Christina Williams
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