歌词
作曲 : Dan Edinberg/Maurice Powell/Sheldon Young
Baby, you know how much this jacket cost?
It's not to flex or nothing, l just wanna know
If you know what designer things look like
You feel me?
I heard what you said
Where your manners at?
Don't ask what this cost
It ain't meant to last
Where your boyfriend at?
I don't ever lack
Yeah, this here Chanel
I thought you'd never ask
Pick your poison walkin' in
They got everything you need
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
Brought my racks for Double C
Brought my racks, my racks racks
See when I uh, when I talk about it I gotta just
Tell you what I like, shit
You might rock Gucci, Prada, I rock Chanel
You might like Dior, Versace, but I rock Chanel
I'm 'bout to take a long trip to the city
I'm bouta go way back, come with me
I might be in Amsterdam, Paris
Or New York, if it's fashion week
Bitch ain't I clean?
Nigga Chanel Where?
Just blew a bag
You niggas ain't drippin', y'all niggas is drowning
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, ho, 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
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 ****, 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, Prada, I rock Chanel
You might like Dior, Versace, but I rock Chanel
I'm 'bout to take a long trip to the city
I'm 'bouta go way back, come with me
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 shoulda spent that shit on a therapist
Passport stamps like the mail, bitch, what's happenin'
I ain't know the swap meet sold designer, nigga