Italian Chanel
Yea, how u feel?
Yea, how she- (yea)
Yea, how she throw it...
Yea, how she throw her head down
Watch where you goin'
Head down
Head down
And then she throw a fit now
I'm gettin' rich yea
That hoe she make me sick now
And I'm gon' take the risk now
I'm probably wit his bitch now
Ain't nobody getting left now...
(It don't matter)
It don't matter how
There ain't no tapping out
She check my fashion out
Yea YSL her blouse
Chanelly bitch turn up (right now)
I'm ready bitch turn up (right now)
I'm keeping that rocket tucked (right now)
I'm keeping that glock aside
I'm keepin' dead opps alive
But I need that opp to die
And I need my drugs to fly
And the ring got bussed down
Can't reach my phone now
There's a reason I'm up now
And the bitch got took down
I'm high, gon' read the room still
I be at home yea, posted wit my bro, yea
.45 in the holster
I been right here the whole time (yea, oh)
In the wind her hair light up (yea)
I wanna see you win, I win I- (yea)
I gotta take a picture in here (yea)
I gotta see you in that Chanel
I gotta see you in YSL (I got to)
My promises to you: never fail
They robbed someone else
It's a hot summer now
I make her pass out
On my feet: Italian Chanel
She a eater, huh
I need my re-up
You bet not reach-ah
Them bullets eat you up
Them bullets heat you up
She pull up eat me up (oh)
Yea, how she- (yea)
Yea, how she throw it...
Yea, how she throw her head down
Watch where you goin'
Head down
Head down
And then she throw a fit now
I'm gettin' rich yea
That hoe she make me sick now
And I'm gon' take the risk now
I'm probably wit his bitch now
Ain't nobody getting left now...
(It don't matter)
It don't matter how
There ain't no tapping out
She check my fashion out
Yea YSL her blouse
Chanelly bitch turn up (right now)
I'm ready bitch turn up (right now)
I'm keeping that rocket tucked (right now)
I'm keeping that glock aside
I'm keepin' dead opps alive
But I need that opp to die
And I need my drugs to fly
And the ring got bussed down
Can't reach my phone now
There's a reason I'm up now
And the bitch got took down
I'm high, gon' read the room still
I be at home yea, posted wit my bro, yea
.45 in the holster
I been right here the whole time (yea, oh)
In the wind her hair light up (yea)
I wanna see you win, I win I- (yea)
I gotta take a picture in here (yea)
I gotta see you in that Chanel
I gotta see you in YSL (I got to)
My promises to you: never fail
They robbed someone else
It's a hot summer now
I make her pass out
On my feet: Italian Chanel
She a eater, huh
I need my re-up
You bet not reach-ah
Them bullets eat you up
Them bullets heat you up
She pull up eat me up (oh)
Credits
Writer(s): Ronnie Johnson
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