Fashion Week

Huh
Baby, you know how much this jacket cost?
It's not to flex or nothin', I just wanna know
If you know what designer things look like
You feel me?

I heard what you said (I heard what you said)
Where your manners at? (Where your manners at though?)
Don't ask what this cost (don't ask what this cost)
It ain't meant to last (it ain't meant to last)
Hey, where your boyfriend at? (Where your nigga at?)
I don't ever lack (Susu don't lack though)
Yeah, this here Chanel (yeah, this here Chanel)
I thought you'd never ask

Pick your poison, walkin' in
They got everything you need (yeah)
Spend it on the camera feed
Paris, Milan, I'm like, "Sheesh"
Tender headed, braid my hair
Eiffel Tower, look at me
Tell 'em, "Take me to the back, I brought my racks for Double C"

I brought my racks for Double C
Brought my racks for Double C (yeah)
Brought my racks (yeah) for Double C
Brought my racks, my racks, my racks (see when I, uh)
Brought my racks for Double C
Brought my racks, my racks, my racks (when I talk about, I gotta just)
Brought my racks for Double C (tell you what I like)
Brought my racks, my racks, my racks (shit)
Brought my racks for Double C, Double C

You might rock Gucci (Gucci), Prada
I rock Chanel (Chanel, Chanel, Chanel)
You might like Dior (Dior), Versace (Versace)
But I rock Chanel tu dois, yeah (Chanel)
I'm 'bout to take a long trip to the city (to the city)
I'm 'bout to go way back, come with me (just come with me, babe, just)
I might be in Amsterdam, Paris
Or New York, if it's fashion week

(Bitch, ain't I clean?)
Nigga, Chanel where? (This Chanel)
(Just blew a bag)
You niggas ain't drippin', y'all niggas is drownin'
(Hoe, ain't I clean?)
(This Chanel)
(This that new)

I spend it and spend it as soon as I get it
For the Chanel, hoe, I'm a menace
Spend 40 nights in the mirror, I'm him
Back in the gym, I get over the rim
From Budlong and King, I wear it like this
Back outta town, the flick of the wrist
(You should've spent that shit on a therapist)

A devilish grin, like guess where I been
Further than blood, further than kin
I told channel we'll put the East on the map
We different as fuck, a matter of fact
Like front of the store, we back to them racks
Chanel, Chanel, just throw me a pack

You might rock Gucci (Gucci), Prada
I rock Chanel (Chanel, Chanel, Chanel)
You might like Dior (Dior), Versace (Versace)
But I rock Chanel tu dois, yeah (Chanel)
I'm 'bout to take a long trip to the city (to the city)
I'm 'bout to go way back, come with me (just come with me, babe, just)
I might be in Amsterdam, Paris
Or New York, if it's fashion week

Booked a one-way, shouldn't leave in this fashion
Honestly, you should've spent that shit on a therapist
Passport stamps like the mail, bitch, what's happenin'?
I didn't know that swap meet sold designer tickets



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Writer(s): Maurice Devon Powell, Sheldon Young, Dan Edinberg
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